idfc. [ksy + ljh]

viii

fuck my life

“hey!” i was writing something when i saw a pair of feet infront of my desk.

i slowly lifted my head and looked at his smiling face.

“did you see the food on your kitchen table?” i nodded straightly and went back on writing.

“did you eat it already?” i nodded a no while im still writing.

“why?” he asked with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

as if i cared.

“im not hungry” i replied back as i continue writing.