I am about to close the window on my room when my mom knocks out the door. I sigh.
“Don’t you want to do anything?” – She didn’t bother to open the door.
“Nah!” – I reply as I finally close the curtains.
She didn’t reply and I heard sounds of footsteps slowly fading.
“Guess I’m having a nonsense life” – I uttered as I look myself on the mirror.
I pity myself.
I should be happy, I should do stuffs that will make me happy.
People say happy is a decision.
When will I decide to be happy again?
I choose to be locked on the room with full of memories from the past. I can’t leave it. I’m drowned by the memories that I don’t want to let go, and it makes me crazy.
I don’t know what to do. Help me!