story time. My boyfriend and i were supposed to get
breakfast. We woke up early.I wanted to shower, he didnt. I
headed in the shower by myself.He knows I spend a while in tbe
shower, but when I left the bathroom, he was not happy.He
wasn’t talking to me, and when I asked what was weong, he said
it’s because I showered too long.So I didn’t want to go for
breakfast anymore, and I said that. he swerved the car, almost
into a ditch.He was egging me on the whole car ride, I stayed
quiet because I was always afraid he would hit me.We went back to
my house, he stormed upstairs and started packing all his
stuff.He went inside the bathroom and burned himself with a
lighter and said it was my fault.He said he was going to go
committ.He said if we don’t go for breakfast, I would never see
him again and our relationship was done.I went for
breakfast.Looking back, I’m glad I broke up with
him.
Maybe I have fallen numb to the chirping of the birds early
mornings, since I do not remember the last time they annoyed me.
Rather they caused such a heavy weight to fall upon my heart,
reminding me that I returned to consciousness, and was stolen
from the illusion that consisted of dreams I wished my life
reflected. Even the rays from the sunlight passing by the
curtains and exploring my room, did not brighten my gaze, instead
a long sigh escaped my mouth. I was alive. I was alive, one would
say with excitement. Or rather, I am alive, correct? However, the
feeling of being alive, I don't remember it, nor have I felt it
in long years.