I spent most of the week laying on my room with my door shut and my curtains barely open. I just don’t feel the vibe of entertaining lights nor people this time. I don’t have works to worry anymore as I quitted my job. But I do have a lot of issues to deal with myself.
I am sad. I am broke. And I don’t know if I could ever be happy again. Surprisingly, Alexis happen to behave recently. He stops banging at my door every now and then. And he stops sticking around too. T'was a relief, naturally, but somehow, a part of me is wishing that he is. It’s like I’m missing his naggings. I wander if that was still normal or just an aftermath of being broken. Either of the two, I care less.
Amidst my thoughts, I heard three knocks from my door. My eyes automatically gaze on the clock hanging on the
