i slammed the door and left. flip flops? really? the first i could hold a catch on was flip flops? im going to be scolded for slamming the door. also for leaving. but im out now and i wont care till when coming back. im so angry that i forgot why i am angry in the first place. i also forgot that i twisted my leg a couple days ago and was going down the stairs as fast as i could. will they run after me? hit me? scold me in the street? i had no idea. but all possible choices scared me. and i had to far as sooner as i could.
i went out of the building. no one still caught up to me, not even my little sister. went running to the metro, traffic lights in my favor not making me stop a second. (although i wouldnt have even stopped.) got inside the metro, jumped through the entrance for the second time in my life because flip flops was obviously more important than any thing else, like money, or cards, or my wallet or my medicine.
and i took it. i took the metro.
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Поэзияthoughts that live in my mind. i call them to come downstairs and ask them to tell me how they are. they are in their rooms most of the time really. but i need them to talk. if they dont they'll explode. and i cant afford more 'out of range' rooms i...
