The nonofficial date: Pat 1

Stephanie's point of view:

" Answer me ... you Fu**ing crazy b**ch...Answer me." I shouted at the inside of my head, but she never answered.

I keep calling and calling after her, but she never answered.

"I hate you! I really do..." I shouted at her before I drove myself out to find myself crying as crazy. I don't know what I've done to deserve what's happening to me.

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They say sometimes it's okay not to be okay, and I guess this is one of those times. I sort of feel better after crying all out, after all, it's not easy to be in my shoes.

I lay myself on the bed not expecting anyone to visit me until another knock hooked my interest. From the smell, I can tell that it's not the maid that visits my room by a time and another. It's not also my mate, I doubt he would come and see me anytime soon.

The smell was not totally unusual to my nose, but I don't remember where I smell. Lost in my thought