Kayleah is in the shower.
It's 2:30 in the afternoon, and I've barely spoken fifty words to her.
For now, I just prefer to be on the floor of this room by myself. I don't think this is necessarily a bad thing. At least when I'm in here she can't see me. If she can't see me, she can't say that I look as though something's wrong. If I look like nothing's wrong, she won't ask me what's bothering me. If she doesn't ask, I don't have to lie.
Not that there really is anything bothering me, I'd just rather be with Chris.
I'll get over it. Maybe skating in Carolina Beach with Lauren today will prove to be a good idea. I need something to steal my concentration.
Later tonight, hopefully it will be alcohol that takes my mind off everything.
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