Chapter 43

It's been a long day of stress. Yes. A day filled with mental tension. I need a stress ball right now. I just want to squeeze this heavy feeling in me out. I wish this wasn't real, but it unfortunately is. 'Pitiful, Stella, isn't it? You're in an onerous situation,' my subconscious mocks me. Okay, yeah. I won't deny it. My ball game right now is burdensome. The state of my mind right now is somewhat laggard. And there's nobody to blame but me. It's me who's done this to myself. Who's made me feel like this. It's all on me.

I don't go to the art studio today. I'm just right here, in the ghostly silent apartment, sitting in the living room darker than pitch-black. I think I'm going to be allergic to sunlight today. To people. To the surroundings. I don't feel like going out. I don't want to see Ryle either. I need to be alone on this day. I need some space and peace. I need my mind to be clearer, which sounds ridiculous because I feel like it will never be clear. Not now.

So, yes. I gue