I was in a horrible mood already by things around me.
I was actually cool with everything, I was actually very happy at how I was not sad or anything about anything and it seemed like a step forward.
But I was just pushed over the edge and just couldn't deal anymore.
Everything so boiled inside.
And when you seen me for hours,
I hate it the most.
I want to talk to you. But after that, I don't want to anymore.