Christmas is coming to an end soon.
I don't know if it's meant to match this winter season, but I am cold.
And somehow, I feel alone even though I am under the same roof as several other people.
Separated by the walls and the door, I cannot really hear what they're talking about, and it seems like, I have no rights to know either, which is why I am encouraged to stay away from them while they converse about certain private and historical stuff.
Judging from their obvious laughters, I feel that they're having fun.
It's not that I am eavedropping or what but yea, their laughter is so united, so loud that it's impossible not to hear even though I blasted the music on the headphones while I keep myself occupied with an Acer laptop that has frames above 150 almost at all time.
That should make my Audii experience quite an enjoyable one, but confronted with this loneliness as I sit here in this cold room on the marble floor, I just can't seem to go all out in enjoying.
I can't believe Gin is letting me go through this kind of shit.
Maybe I've grown so attached to him, I'm starting to feel like a weak and vulnerable girl again.
At this time, I just feel like going home by myself and sleep because I'm starting to feel tired.
Ryan came into the room.
The door was left ajar.
I can hear words like "Martell", "National Day".
I'm wondering how the stuffs they're talking about even link to the serious stuff they're talking about.
And those words really kind of just remind me of memories I don't wanna remember.
To be honest, I am not just upset.
I'm a little angry at this moment.
Because suddenly, I feel as though I am so negligible.
Santa, save me.
I hate being left alone.
At this moment, I hate Gin.