I spent the rest of the weekend answering my unfinished tasks in biology and chemistry. Time passed slowly for me. My Sunday isn't as colorful as it used to be because I didn't go to mass with my parents because they had errands to run on this day. My mom is paying a visit to one of her friends, while my dad spends his time in their room. I don't know what he was doing there.
I'm also not interested in talking now because I feel a bit tired of what happened last night. I don't know why, but it seemed like I was too lazy to spend my time here at home. I feel like I want to speed up the pace today so that I can go to school, just like I wanted to do last night.
Why do I feel so different to myself after what happened last night? I feel like I want to be with him now.
I slowly shake my hea
