I sobbed. I was scared and sad. How could I be so dumb? Why couldn't I just go pick him up?
I hate myself. So. Much.
I heard my doorbell ring, I let myself curl up in my bed.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
I groaned loudly. It's probably Mark, I didn't want to see anyone. I didn't want to do anything. Nothing. Then ding one more time.
Jesus really hates me.
I stood up shuffling down the hall making my way to the door. I stood on my tip toes attempting to look through the peep-hole.
Balloons?
What the hell is Mark doing? I sighed and opened the door, wiping my eyes with my sweater paws. My eyes widened as I looked up at whom it was.
