It's been 4 days since I've heard from him. I know he's busy, but can't he just send me a simple text saying hello? I'm not clingy. I don't try to control him, I give him his space and freedom but seriously? I get nothing? Fuck it! I'm over thinking it.
I concentrate on getting dressed for work but I still can't stop the thoughts that circle in my head. The sunlight stuns my eyes as I pull up the blind to get some light in my room and I can hear my mum getting up too.
We're very alike her and I, sleep during the day and stay up all night. We sound the same, look the same and think the same. I think the only difference between us is the fact that I'm more of an adult then she is sometimes. I guess she just knows how to keep having fun even while she ages.
Shit! I have 9 minutes to get to work!
"Bye Madre! Going to work I'll be home after 7!" Work only gives me 3 hour shifts cause they're stingy as fuck. But right now I take whatever I can get, I'm desperate to get to Europe.
"Love you! Don't forget we're going to that painting class tonight!"
"Okay!" I scream out as I slam the door behind me.
