You Should Be Mine.

THE INTRODUCTION

Indirectly i cant spend my entire day on this phone...this social media...this whatsapp. i have to make a good use of myself , like my mom will say. But why does he want me to message him when he could just message me?... boys and their egos. so what do i do now? well the house is hardly dirty but just to be sure i just got to do some check ups to be one million percent sure of my thoughts. So firstly i gotta clean up my room, do the laundries, get some groceries and then i can decide to die on my bed. At least i get to die in a clean environment. That's a heavenly death.

So after some hours that felt like years or to be less exagerative.. some hours that felt like months, i got to drink some cereals and headed straight to my room. So i get to my room and of course grab my phone to see lots of messages and i from an unknown, so i guessed that will be Remi. No profile picture to determine if I'm really chatting with a human or an ugly animal. Well all hopes cannot be lost now. so i open the message to reply him.

Me: hello

Remi: well you would have told me you were gonna be so wicked to have left me for almost the entire day.

Me: at least you should be happy i didn't leave you till the end of the year

Remi: i guess I'm not the one with an inaccessible Instagram account

and then it dawned on me why i actually wanted to talk to this guy

Me: OK I'm sorry, but you gotta calm your titties and stop being an attacker.

Remi: I'm sorry also.

so a word like 'sorry' can be written by this being

Remi: so whats really the problem ?

Me: i really don't understand it just stopped being accessible

Remi: why don't you try sending them an email

Me: that's another problem . you see i don't remember the email address  i used in creating this account

Remi: are you really that insane? and here i was thinking you were anywhere close to common sense. smh. just create a new account, i can help with a shout out

Me: well that's not a totally bad idea you know

Remi: obviously . i invented the idea dummy

Me: are you always this mean? like i don't get why one will just utter such insultive words to someone, especially a stranger. when you could just give a simple answer.

Remi:  you're not a stranger because i  know your name. Kate right?

Me: did you just call me Kate?

Remi: you know i got a very big brain. i know you did think i forgot it right?

Me: fuck you!!!  My names Alex not Kate. and yes you really got a big brain but consists of air

Remi: ohhhhhh  my bad. i promise I'm never going to forget it again. In fact i would name my dog after  you so i don't get to forget it again.

Me: you're just a dick. yes that's the perfect name for you. i don't wish to continue this conversation any longer

Remi: bu..but i didn't say anything wrong. why are you offended?

Me: why am i offended? are you really asking me that? well I'm offended, not with you, but with myself because i don't know why I'm chatting with you when all I've been getting have been insults upon insults.