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I AM SO TIRED, leaning on an arcade machine trying to get rest, yeah it's not very comfortable. I sigh and check my phone. The bright screen flashes my eyes and the time appears "2:54 AM" I groaned and turned off my phone, stuffing it back inside my pocket.
'Why am I here? I could be doing anything else. No, I'm here.' I think to myself.
I mean, what can I do? I got rejected an hour ago because I made a stupid decision to confess to my crush. What did I expect honestly? He's so invested in his games. He would never like somebody like me. I'm so stupid.
"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. What is so special about him?! He's stupid!" I whisper yelled to myself.
ringggg rinnng rinnggg!
'Fuck my mom is calling me...' I sigh and answer the call.
"Where the hell are you?! It's almost 3 am and you're not home what the hell is your problem?!" The voice on the other line yelled.
"Chill. I'm sorry." I talk back into the phone.
"Come home now. You're not doing good f/n. You're getting on my nerves."
And just like that... she hangs up. i got home late as fuck, wondering why I even texted him how I felt. Kenma was my friend, we would play video games all the time. Why the hell did I try to change this? It was perfect. He's so perfect. I lay down on my bed, as I feel the tears slowly pouring out.
