It's been a week since I have been back home and all I have done since is wallow in self-pity.
I am so f*****g incompetent that Carol had to go to the extent of kidnapping someone for me. I don't think I will zing ever. I will die alone. I have cleaned the entire house thrice since morning and now I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I want to almost create a mess and then clean it now so that at least I have something to do.
My phone beeps. I see my phone and it's Jay. I have been avoiding his calls and texts from yesterday. Five minutes later my doorbell rings.
"Aarrrhhgggg..." I groan. Just leave me the f**k alone! I am in my boxers and nothing else and lying on the bed on my stomach, my face hidden in my arms.
I see him come inside fifteen seconds later. Why did I ever give
