As i got home, Sean was in the living room along with some people. They were all having fun and laughing. "Oh hey Kean, i just brought some of my friends over. Do me a favor and lock yourself up in your room, you look pathetic." Sean said.
I just glared at him and went to my room. And there, i continued to think of myself being pathetic.
Why am i still living anyway?
I'm pathetic as trash right? Then why keep me alive?
"There's not a fucking single thing that's so good to keep on living!" I screamed on my pillow.
I said earlier that i didn't want to cry, but i just did. All that's happening were too painful for me.
Won't anyone be my friend?
"Am i too pathetic to be someone's friend!? Am i too pathetic to even exist!?" I screamed again, this time i didn't used the pillow.
Not that i'm trying to provoke Sean into getting mad at me nor embarassing him infront of his friends, but i was so damn mad about the bullshit he just said to me.
After a few minutes as expected, Sean was already banging on my door. I didn't bother opening it since i knew he'll just beat me up for what i just did. "Hey! Open this up Kean!"
"... FUCK OFF!" i told him.
That was the first time i cursed at him.
He got even angrier and kept banging my door non-stop. But he also stopped, then somebody else was there. He knocked on my door and talked. "Hey Kean, this is Jean. Open up this door."
What do they even need from me?
Since it was Jean, i opened it and saw him preventing Sean to beat me up. "What is it?" I asked with a bitter look on my face.
Sean really looked pissed off at me. "So you've got guts to talk back now? I'll kick your fucked up ass!"
"Sean, stop it! Go back down with your friends, i'll handle this."
"No! I've got to teach that piece of shit a lesson!"
"Sean, if you don't stop, i'll be the one to beat you up." Jean threatened. When he heard that, he immediately stops and just glared at me. "I'm not done with you."
As soon as Sean left, Jean chuckled. "That was the first time i ever heard you talk back to Sean like that."
"Just leave me alone." I coldly told him.
When i was about to close my door, he stopped it and looked at me straight in the eyes. "Why are you so mad? Did your girlfriend dumped you or something?"
I could just feel my blood boil. This talk... the way he's trying to make a conversation... "Are you trying to make me open up to you?"
He shrugged and smile a little. "Well, you seem mad and all... i thought you need someone to talk to."
"So now you're worried? You can fuck off too!" Then i harshly slammed the door on him.
I don't understand these people. They used to say that i should fuck off and deal with my own problems!
After that, i tried calming myself down
But it just feels like i was suffocating with all these negative thoughts and feelings.
- to be continued