I woke up startled when the main door was banged close. I looked at my surroundings and realized that it was 10 in the morning and I overslept. I couldn't remember falling asleep. All I could remember from last night was lying down on the couch and... thats it.
I got up and went into my room. It was difficult to avoid the memories of what happened in the room but I have done it before in my life and I certainly could do it now.
Carrying a change of clothes, I went to shower to rid all the clouding thoughts. I was perfectly alright when I was aloof of my feelings. But no. I had to resurface all those burried feelings. Now not only I feel miserable but also angry. I hate being miserable and I am angry about it.
Quickly grabbing the leftovers from kitchen I packed my box. I didn't even let
