It screamed at the top of its lungs, it echoed within the four walls of the purple-walled room. I thought to myself that it would stop on it's own but it kept ringing. Finally, after much procrastination I decided to just get out of bed and introduce the phone to the floor. By that time, it stopped ringing! It was clearly too late for me to fall back into la la land, so instead I lit a smoke and sat there pondering as to why I liked him so much. I dream of him almost every night, I can't stop thinking about him, yet I felt like I needed to let go. What made him so special? He's clearly way out of my league!
As I step in front of the mirror, I instantly think to myself,
"It's time.. it's time to change.. get your bloody act straight.. get off your ass and paint the city red!"
For a minute my mind is set to do so, till my fingers do the unimaginable. A few quick click-clicks and I hear a hello from the strange black and orange talking device. Everything disappears.. it is just me, the phone and him at the other end.
Shit. At least the feeling to change lasted for a good 10 mins this time. Better luck tomorrow?! *fingers crossed*
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