My fingers shake as I type out a long message. I feel angry. I feel depressed. Everything is ruined. I ruined a friendship.
I let out a bitter laugh as I realize the present was just sent in the mail. How ironic that is. Oh well.
I sigh as I delete the app from my phone, swinging back and forth on a hammock-like swing.
The damage is done. Nothing I can do now.
"Not that it matters," I laugh with no emotion. "I will only exist in my bedroom. It will not matter. I will not matter anymore."
I sit in my swing, not having enough courage to go to my room, lock the door, and start drawing. Never going out except for food. Or maybe my mom can bring me food.
"Well, whatever," I sigh again, getting out of my swing and heading to the door. "This swing doesn't go high enough. I'm going to swing outside. If the swings break and I get hurt?" I ask myself and pause.
I chuckle. "Let it happen, then."
I open the door and walk upon the grass, relishing the crunch of ice underneath my feet.
Technically, I think, finally sitting on the real swing. I don't exist anymore. I merely exist in my worlds. In my comics..
I pause as I turn on Rejects by 5sos.
I exist in my characters.
