I see martins standing just feets away from me , with a glum look on his face, “ Martin!, get the hell out of my room!” I yell pushing him out, he’s such an intruder.
“ why the f**k can’t you just help your wretched life, and leave me the f**k alone, go find your place” I could feel a thud in his heart as I said those word, my fingers were gently rested on his chest, and for some weird reason he wasn’t trying to push back, or do anything
“ I am sorry” he says in a whisper, before I bang the door against his face, he’s just something else, drying my wet eyes I sat on the bed, not too far from my door, I just want to sleep, and wake up in a better place.
I haven’t felt this miserable in a long time now, the familiar feeling of claustrophobia is back, I need someone to talk to before I go
