sixteen

Unlocking the door to my house, I shake my head, trying really hard not to cry.

The last time I cried was when I lost my dad and till this day nothing hurt me this hard. Why? Because It took all in me to keep myself away from hurt, from people who'd be temporary.

I take my coat and sweater off and then all my clothes throwing on the clothes I abandoned in the morning and get into bed, hugging the covers close. My phone dings and I open it thinking it was Jim.

NJ: HAII

NJ: what's popping

NJ: i think there's a lot of things you'd like in Korea

NJ: do you need anything

NJ: or should I bring something I'd like for you

YOU: I'd like a life please

NJ: why do u sound sad

YOU: nathan people do not 'sound' like anything over text

NJ: ok why do you type sad?

YOU: lmao okay I'll tell you

YOU: i kind of confessed to Sam and he kind of might have said

YOU: that he didn't like me back

YOU: like he didn't phrase it but ukw I mean

NJ: oh trust me I do