I went home last night, coming back from work.
The heat is unbearable. Ugly and disgusting. But the mood, despite this, is somewhat unjustifiably wonderful. A girl comes in front of me and talks on the phone:
What shit I have to do! My whole life is shit. I’m 19 years old and I don’t love anyone. I will be 20 in October, and I don’t even have a car. Apartments are not separate. I live with my parents like an idiot. Fuck her, her car and her apartment. I don’t have a loved one. I had to meet and look for it. It feels like I am a wicked person. Someone would come and meet first. Do I bite? Just come and get to know.
At this point, she seems to have a battery on her phone, and she nervously puts it in her bag. I just wanted to raise her mood. I didn’t even know what I would say to her after I greeted her. And yet I catch her and say with a smile:
The girl! Can I meet you?! to
Get rid of me, idiot.
And I went further.