SILLY ME

Aha! Everything annoys me. Everything about my life, my name, I hate. This time, things aren't going as planned. No matter what I do, nothing works. The Lord knows what I should do, but I can't think of anything. Unlike other people's lives, mine never seems to be smooth.

There is this guy I met on Facebook. We fell in love and got to know each other, but now he doesn't want to talk to me because he thinks that I cheated on him. He didn't see me, he doesn't have evidence either! Pshh! Boys! I was walking with my cousin nigga. Like how can I fall in love with that dude, I swear my parents would kill me. We leave with a lot of dummies in this world, I am simply not surprised. Does he even think? Ok, I get it now. All he has to do is to guess, then he will falsely confirm it and then he believes it. What I find funny is that he believes all of this alone with nobody to second what he has been saying, including his friends. For the record, I was dating a mama's boy, I don't get it. He never tried to call me, maybe he had a girlfriend beside me, so he cooked up a story so that he can fairly break up with me. I mean honestly doesn't kill, right? My life is such a mess!

When I was thinking all bout that, I was sitting on my bed, a pink pillow on my chest for comfort. The room was a little bit frosty which was cool for me because that was a hot, sunny day. The room was favorable for this uncanny situation.

The room was cozy pink with black and blue striped wallpapers. My bed had a purple duvet, girly right? My room was already painted pink, I had one of my favorite slow jams. I was alone in that room, battling with my brain which didn't seem to give me straight answers.

I sat for two hours and then that's when the tears decided to come out. I lay on my bed with a heavy broken heart. Tears couldn't control themselves. All I wanted to do is to come out of the room, but nobody has to see me with tears on my face. I stopped weeping which meant I wasn't sober like that time.

I made sure that my eyes were not red proving that I cried, so I took my petroleum jelly and rubbed it on my face especially next to my eyes. I believe that it will remove that reddish swelling around my eyelids. Trust me I did.

I went out of my room and faked my slime so that no one will suspect that I was seriously crying. When I went downstairs, my mother prepared dinner already, and she called me an hour later. I chose not to come by then, which made him even more suspicious.

" That's when you show up? After such a long time! I am sure your food is cold by now." She was passing beside me. She looked like she was headed to the bathroom, but even though she asked, I did not respond.

When I went to the dining room, I found my big sister, younger brother, and my father arousing laughter and amazement when they saw me coming through, Then the laughter suddenly stopped.

" What's wrong?"

"Um... Nothing!" I lied for the second time to my father.

My brother looked at me with a suspicious look 😩 . As a result, found out that I was crying.

I don't know in the world how did he find out because the petroleum jelly I trusted did the work.

Anyway, I jumped into the honesty train.

My brother always has this thing to do when he suspects that I was hurt or I have been crying. This time he didn't pop out the news nor ask any questions in front of my dad. He usually asked serious questions, sometimes ask stupid ones( Only when having a good time.)

Can you even guess what I was crying about? My ex. I mean what most girls can cry about. So I met this fabulous guy on Facebook. Dawn, he was hot as hell, it looked like the edge of his eyes would tilt sideways. He had blonde hair, and an almond skin tone and was quite muscular. Whenever he talked to me, I felt as if I could melt like a bar of dark chocolate.