I lay on my bed with my face pressed against my pillow and my arms bent around my head. "What just happened?" I mumble to myself. I almost told her I like her. I probably spit out stupid Bulls bullshit like usual. I don't remember clearly what happened. I probably made her feel bad. I feel bad. I should apologize. Again.
I didn't miss the feeling of guilt. I never have nor will I ever. I feel like a waste. I could've lied, but I hate lying. I should've told her I like her, it'll make things simpler. Maybe she shouldn't know. Maybe I shouldn't tell her I'm always worried about her. Maybe it'll make things awkward.
I'm awkward.
What even is my mind right now? I'm being stupid. God this always happens when I'm alone. I shouldn't be alone but it's my own fault for being an idiot.
I roll over on my back with my arm over my eyes. "Jeez this is so difficult. . ." I say a loud. Louder than I meant to. I roll over again to face the clock this time. 7:00PM the clock reads. I sigh and sit up in my bed. I'm going to take a walk to clear head.
I throw my legs to the side of my bed that's facing away from the wall and rest my feet on the floor. I lay my hands next to me and look down. I stay there for a second then stand up and walk to my door, then put on my jacket and walk out of the room, down the stairs, and to the front door. I rest my hand on the knob of the front door. "See you, mom, I'm going to take a walk, bye." I say just loud enough for her to hear, then walk outside, closing the door behind me. Rain pours, hitting the ground, bouncing back up, then coming back down to create a small puddle. The sound of the rain is soothing and the smell is comforting. I throw up my hood and walk off the porch.
The rain dots my clothes, leaking through the cloth and getting on my skin. Puddles fill the road and sidewalk. Every step I take causes my shoes to get more wet. My fault for wearing convers instead of sneakers. I don't care. The sound of the rain clears my head. It distracts me from the events that happened today.
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I arrive back home. It's late. I must've stayed out a while. My mother is sound asleep on the living room couch. The TV dimly lights the room. I walk to my room and close the door.
I throw off my, now wet, jacket on the floor and lay on my bed. I'm tired. I haven't been tired before 12AM in a long time. I just pull my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them. I reach for my blanket and pull it over my shoulder. I'm more tired now. I blink slowly before I close my eyes and sleep.
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Sorry for the short chapters
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