Hours went by.
I didn't want to leave the house.
I was too upset.
Felt every emotion within the last 2 weeks.
I stood up the guy I met when I was running.
As gorgeous as he was, I couldn't deal with another guy.
So I sit in my room, windows blocking the sunlight, phone off, tv on and junk food.
Yeah, I was depressed. Deeply.
Watching titanic, I cried and grabbed one of my 1,000th tissues. Ugh...
*knock knock knock*
"GO AWAY.." I sobbed. Midnight came up to me and later in my lap.
The person at the door continued to knock.
UGHHHHHHH!!!
Literally rolling out of bed, I made my way to my door. Looking through the peephole, I saw my no one.
'Really?!' I thought to myself. I opened the door to see a nicely wrapped box. 'Hope it's not a freakin bomb or camera..'
Taking it inside, I placed it on the counter then went back to my room. Isolated from the world, the thing I'm best at.
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