The Devil's Den

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Is it bad to hate mornings?

I have been opening my eyes for an hour now, it's really hard for me to be awake early in the morning... ugh! Moving my body to the side to reach my phone hoping to find something entertaining to wake my dead brain...

Taking a quick shower, and cereal for breakfast I've made my way to the laundry. It's a new place for me, I've moved to this place because there are only two tenants, It means whatever s**t I do no one will complain. My neighbor is an old woman, and also the owner of the apartment. She said that her son and daughter are the only person who visits her, aside from her friends of course which consist of 3 old ladies who like to sew.

Stretching my arms to mend my aching muscles from moving my things last night, looking at the mirror makes me feel horrible. I have big eyes and small lips which I think is not accurate for my face. Why can't I have those sexy eyes from those models in Victoria's secret?

This is my first day being Alone. My Family doesn't support my break up with my ex-boyfriend, because he's goddamn rich and also an asshole. When I lived with them they forced me to go on dates with him, telling me that I should make him happy. Its disgusting thinking that we're not that poor, all of my siblings are already working, my dad is a businessman and has assets in at least 5 companies. They just want an upgrade on their social status, and I don't so I left. 

As the night comes I've looked around the house, everything is completely arranged, this lifts the baggage that I'm feeling since the afternoon I thought I won't be able to finish everything.

Ahh! This means I can already celebrate for being independent and completely free! I smiled saying. "You go, b***h, you did it!" with my fist in the air.

I head to Christy asking where I can order pizza because there's beer in my old fridge the only thing that's missing is food. She ordered the pizza for me and told me that I have to wait an hour for it. 

I soaked myself in the bathtub full of candles and bamboo scent on my air humidifier, this scent is really really relaxing.  

I woke with a breath in my neck, not knowing what it was. I opened my eyes but there's no one in the room but me.. Maybe it's because I didn't completely close the window.

Shoot! I dozed forgetting about the pizza, there's only 15 min left. I changed into jogging pants and a big shirt. The pizza came earlier than expected, I thanked the delivery boy and ate my first slice hurriedly, gulping my beer. I contemplated how fast I did move on from my life before. I don't know what happened with my family because they suddenly want me to marry that jerk who knows nothing but to flash his parent's money.

I used to like him, but when he entered the university he changed. It's like an ass molded into a human being.. His Mother hates me because they think that I'm not good enough, soon enough I realized that, that's not the problem. I am too good for him.. I can't accept what my parents want for me, Ethan likes me. He pursues me but I love arts and he always says that what I want is complete trash. I can't be with someone who can't love what I love.

Eventually I realized that I need to go on with my own life and I dont have the right to do that, if I'm living with my parents house.

"Don't come back here if you're not going to reconcile with Ethan!!" oh thank God because I wont f*****g do both. That was the last words my Mom gave me before shutting the door in my face.

I saved money in 2 years of working as a DJ and a beat maker in the music industry. The beats that I made are used by different artists and some got in top 10 global music awards. The artist was so happy that he gave me half of the money he got from Youtube and Spotify.

Munching my last pizza I noticed a shadow moving from my veranda, the hairs on my back stood up like a radar knowing that someone was out there.

My heart is already in my foot just by looking at it, making me give into my imagination that it was watching me for a long time. My palms are already sweating and I'm already shaking..

My curious heart can't just run. I slowly walked and opened the door for the veranda and....

It was my clothes that I hung earlier.

 Is it bad to hate mornings?

I have been opening my eyes for an hour now, it is hard for me to be awake early in the morning... ugh! Moving my body to the side to reach my phone hoping to find something entertaining to wake my dead brain...

Taking a quick shower, and cereal for breakfast I have made my way to the laundry. It’s a new place for me, I've moved in this place because there are only two tenants, It means whatever s**t I do no one will complain. My neighbors is an old woman, and also the owner of the apartment she said that her son and daughter are the only person who visits her, aside from her friends of course which consist of 3 old ladies who like to sew.

Stretching my arms to mend my aching muscles from moving my things last night, looking at the mirror makes me feel horrible. I have big eyes and small lips which I think is not accurate for my face. Why can't I have those sexy eyes from those models in Victoria's secret?

This is my first day being Alone. My Family do not support my breakup with my ex-boyfriend, because he is goddamn rich and an asshole. When I live with them, they forced me to go on dates with him, telling me that I should make him happy. It is disgusting thinking that we are not that poor, all my siblings are already working, my dad is a businessman and has assets in at least 5 companies. They just want an upgrade on their social status, and I do not so I left. 

As the night comes, I have looked around the house, everything is completely arranged, this lifts the baggage that I am feeling since the afternoon I thought I will not be able to finish everything.

Ahh! This means I can already celebrate for being independent and completely free! I smiled saying. "You go, b***h, you did it!" with my fist in the air.

I head to Cristy asking where I can order pizza because there's beer in my old fridge the only thing that is missing is food. She ordered the pizza for me and told me that I must wait an hour for it. 

I soaked myself in the bathtub full of candles around it and bamboo scent on my air humidifier, this scent is really relaxing.  

I woke with breath in my neck, not knowing what it is I have opened my eyes but there is no one in the room but me, maybe it is because I did not completely close the window.

Shoot I dozed forgetting about the pizza, there is only 15 min left. I change into jogging pants and a big shirt. The pizza came earlier than expected, I thanked the delivery boy and ate my first slice hurriedly, gulping my beer I contemplated with how fast I did move on from my life before. I do not know what happened with my family why they suddenly want me to marry that jerk who knows nothing but to flash his parent's money.

I used to like him, but when he entered the university he changed. It is like an ass molded into a human being... His Mother hates me because they think that I am not good enough, soon enough I realized that that is not the problem. I am too good for him... I cannot accept what my parents want for me, Ethan likes me he pursues me, but I love arts and he always says that what I want is a complete trash. I cannot be with someone who cannot love what I love.

Eventually I realized that I need to go on with my own life and I do not have the right to do that if I am living with my parents’ house.

"Don't come back here if you're not going to reconcile with Ethan!!" oh thank God because I will not f*****g do both. That was the last words my Mom gave me before shutting the door in my face.

I saved money in 2 years of working as a DJ and a beat maker in music industry. The beats that I made is used by different artists and some got in top 10 global music awards. The artist was so happy that he gave me half of the money he got from YouTube and Spotify.

Munching my last pizza, I notice a shadow moving from my veranda, the hairs on my back stood up like a radar knowing that someone is out there.

My heart is already in my foot just by looking at it, making me gave into my imagination that it was watching me for a long time. My palms are already sweating, and I am already shaking...

My curious heart cannot just run. I walked and open the door for the veranda and....

It was my clothes that I hang earlier.

Fucking stupid...