A week had already passed since the tragic revelation happened. Eventually, my hybrid feelings were still brand new to me; like every day I wake up, with a plethora of emotions as if it was the f*****g first time.
I lost this stupid f*****g game of the mean life.
The past week, I was all alone in my empty house I never even touched anything. I was just all day in bed drowning myself with the intoxication the bitter alcohol was giving me. Nothing ever changed. Although I keep on claiming that I'm sturdy enough, I can't deny the fact that I'm just human. I hope the two of them get lost. I still feel devastated and jittery and I badly need someone with me. Someone to talk to because I’m out of my mind and it seemed as though Stacy is kind of giving me this dim-witted game of space.
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