"Give me love" I cried in my head. I feel so lonely even if I have everything a man could ever want.
But all of them doesn't give me love at all.
My Gucci clothes makes me look good but doesn't make me feel like I'm loved.
I stood up from my bed and walked through the long hallway down to my spacious living room.
Everything in this house is expensive.
Everything E-X-P-E-N-S-I-V-E.
I'm so rich , I'm so sick of it. I'm all alone in this mansion. No even takes care of me when I'm sick. If I have just a slight fever they would send me to a hospital , a damn hospital. It's just a damn fever and some hot Nurse would take care of me. Like she will intentionally make her boobs bigger and unbutton the first two buttons. I know the most cliché thing that would happen to a company heir.
It's ridiculous I'm telling you. I'm already having a hard time breathing because of my stuffy nose why suffocate me with your damn fake ass huge boobs.
All of my family are busy getting rich to notice how depressed I am. I didn't diagnosed myself , I didn't believe it back then when a psychologist suddenly approached me and said I'm showing symptoms.
I really don't believe that I'm depressed
Just......Lonely......
I want to have someone waiting for me to come back home and hug me to take all the stress away with just one kiss. I want someone to cuddle with so the thoughts of what will happen tomorrow will vanish from my head. Insomnia is eating me alive , instead of nightmares I get daymares. Get it instead of night I replaced it with day. Hehehe.....Okay I'm drunk.
I have school tomorrow I need to sleep but I can't sleep.
Thoughts of my future are running in my mind. Why can't someone just at least text me goodnight so at least I know I still have someone to live for.
I sat in the middle of the living room holding an expensive glass with an expensive liquor in it. I took a sip and stared at the decorated wall in front of me.