I've had enough of all of this.
With a sigh, I slumped in one of the seats in the cafe near Williams, Inc. I bit my lower lip, trying my best to stop the tears that were welling up in my eyes. Even though I was furious at Kevin, it was still hard for me deep down to see him. I feel tired and defeated from all of these problems that were suddenly thrown my way. I grabbed my phone as I stared at the conversations I had with Arthur. I need to ask him about what Kevin said a while ago.
It's now or never.
I started typing my message because I was too tired to call him. I was not in the mood to talk yet. I was just too tired of everything. There's a certain level of tiredness that equates to insanity; for me it's when I'd like to temporarily dislocate my spirit from my body, as if I could ask
