ABHORRING ANOTHER NIGHT with my roommate, I am texting, messaging, calling and doing anything, trying to reach either one of my family members, the OBALL Squad, and Gabriel and Dylan. I am sitting softly on my bed for two hours with my laptop and phone in front of me. The bedroom’s lights are off. The moonlight and the brightness of my screen devices are solely reflecting inside this room. However, it is not much, and I love to keep it that way.
Gazing at my phone, I read the time: 12: 55 a.m.
To thwart a further or end our arguments, Liam and I decided to stay in the room separately: Me in our bedroom, and only will come out during toilet or food break, and him in our communal living room. It is his idea, and while it seems and sounds good, I agree.
