Hang In There.

Part 17

"and since we know that dreams are dead," I've been listening to Twenty One Pilots all week long. From Ode to Sleep to Tear in My Heart. Now, I'll be sounding like Tyler Joseph. Ok lol, no jk. I love Tyler and Josh, they're my faves. Oh, and I love Oreos. I love P!ATD too, or maybe just Brendon Urie. Depends. Anyway, Happy reading! xx Happy Chinese Year too! (yes, I'm half Chinese too) (I actually have too many mixes of races that I celebrate most events) and my Mum doesn't know I write this book although it has been growing for 17 part. Crazy, I know.

Yesterday, [1/2/2016] I accidentally cut my left ring finger with my own hair. I can't even.

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That night was un-sleepable, the wind screaming through the jammed broken window and it's all breezy and cold in the room. Nothing much to do in the winter actually. Just sorta sit there and does nothing, the weather right now really make people unproductive. It's New Years and also winter. It's between not leaving the last year and having to deal with starting a new chapter. Bullshit. Kendrick soundly asleep beside me, and I just stare blankly to the ceiling.

I haven't seen my family for quite a while now, I wonder how they're doing. Are they okay? Are my parents still arguing like the old days? And Thomas have to deal it on his own. Oh god, now I feel horrible. I couldn't shut my eyes, so I decided to go outside and go for a quick walk.

I pull out my coat and put on my boots, typical weather comes with typical clothes. That's all. I unlocked the door and left the apartment. Plugged in my earbuds to my iPod and Panic! At The Disco starts playing. Do you ever just sit down and listen to Brendon Urie's amazing voice. The End Of All Things. Just like my soul.

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This is not as bad. My nose gets a bit runny but it's fine. A little walk at 3 in the morning, what could get bad? These thoughts running in my head like there's a track there. I hummed along House Of Memories and keep on walking. The snow piling up on the sidewalk, everything is just nice. The sky is still dark and I could match it with my soul.

I keep on walking and walking until then, a figure came to my view. Familiar dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. Him. But, why does he looks depressed? Why is out here at this hour? Many assumptions appeared in my head, but I just shook them off. Sam.

I walked by him and he looked up. Probably, he finally noticed that it's me. "Morgan?" I stopped. My heart is racing and I'm afraid. I'm afraid if he would hurt me. I looked back my should meeting my blue eyes with his brown ones. "Sam."

"What are you doing here?" I asked. Couldn't help from asking him, I need to know.

"What are you doing here, Morgan?"

"Nothing, I'm just having a walk. I couldn't sleep. Why are you out here?"

"I just have stupid thoughts I need to get rid off."

Thoughts? Depression?

"Haven't heard from you for a while. How's Kendrick?"

"He's great, how are you?"

"I'm fine, just fine. Not okay. But, fine,"

Is he okay?

"Are you okay? You seem to have problems there. Mind sharing?"

"Alright,"

There was a slight pause before he spoke. He seem depressed. Yes, he might have been an asshole but, he's still a human. He's my ex and that's that. He probably has accepted the fact that I'm with Kendrick now.