IT WAS ALREADY SEVEN IN THE EVENING when I got home which is pretty late after being kicked out from the place where I was raised. I just found myself roaming around the city, feeling bummed and unsure of where to go. Apparently, I skipped a session of Mr. Roberts’ workshop only to realize that I made a wrong decision of trying to make amends or at least seeing my dad. I could have attended the session for today to make some sense in my life and I hate it and my stupid f*****g impulsive decisions.
My apartment feels empty, and the silence makes my head pulsate; did things really change? Or was I only oblivious? It feels heavy and dragging, yet again I have another week ahead to finish without even knowing about the point of this all and I keep on thinking if I can even still keep going.
