Angie_Writes_Books

Curled up on my bed, the laptop faintly playing music over on the desk, the cat that was once black turned into a deep chocolate brown, her eyes changed to a green. "I'm just fitting in to not remind you of the past" Weird, but it works.
          The two other cats are in the other bedroom, and the male downstairs. I stare at the ceiling, nothing but the popcorn pattern and glow-in-the-dark stars, once had glowed, now painted over. 
          The amount of works I have yet to finish pile up in numbers, but I have to finish those two at least. At least those two.
          Where had the galaxy boy gone? Why does he vanish often, unannounced?
          Why hadn't we spoke yet? it's been a while, and I miss them deeply.
          Why haven't you asked me yet? We're this close to being together. Understandably, I don't want it to ruin our friendship, either. 
          I slam my window close, snapping all the thoughts in my head. Stupid neighbors. Drugs seem to be the only thing on their mind. I hated the smell. I lay back next to her, curling back up. 
          
          The thoughts play all over again.

Quarantine has completely downgraded me. I can't think straight anymore, and my family is so sick of my random outbursts. I'm technically kicked out, even though I'm still nearby.
          As I said, I can't think straight or do things in order. Everything is everywhere and it feels like it's a magnetic abyss, draining all I am and all I was and now I'm just a carcass that wishes that time would just stop. It's going to fast. It's too many things in too little time. It's my plate is full but people said I haven't had enough. It's the cry for help, but all I get in return is dirty looks, slammed doors. It's the people who make everything hard, saying they'll relive the pain; didn't think backstabbing was a relief. 
          
          It's the "I want to be a child again", wishing to be innocent and free. The thought of not having to worry about my words. Not having to worry about impressing anyone. When we didn't think about relationships or deadlines. 
          Where has that gone? If I could feel that ease in life again, just for a nostalgic moment- Would things be easier? If only for a moment?

I dont know why I still come here. Deleting, downloading, again and again. 
          
          I guess it's the one place I can talk, and if anyone sees it, they just wouldn't care or give a secong thought. I like that, I guess.

Oh hell no. Two offline books allowed? What the actual fuck, Wattpad. You were better than this. Makes me want to use it even less than I do now.

It funny and sad how no one uses this anymore.

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