After Laughter's blaring again. Through my TV. And I'm dancing... wiping... weeping... that's what they like, right?
Lots of the lyrics are starting to feel real again.
I laughed it off. Ironic. That's how it has always been. I'll be alright by tomorrow. It's the weekend after all. I'll be okay.
Somehow, my laugh seems to be off. It's not ironic anymore. It's straight-up mocking.
I look at my reflection in the mirror. She's piercing into my soul, intimidating me, her owner.
Since when do I have that gaze?
I don't like how I stare at people. That's why I always keep my head down when I'm not talking. That's why I have to smile all the time. Why do I have that gaze, I ask?
'No, no...' I told myself.
She can't come back.
Now my head hurts. I'm hyperventilating again. I've never wanted to cry more in my life. In fact, I think I shouldn't have stopped. I should've let it all go.
And why is it New Year's Day's turn? When was it over? Was it over in the first place? Or was it her doings?
I'm not sure. Ash Costello's voice is ringing in my ears. She said, I'm about to break you.
And somehow, a part of me was satisfied.
I don't want that. I'd rather listen to BTS.
No... Not that one! I mean Zero O'Clock. NOT BOY MEETS EVIL!
NO NO NO.
I grabbed the remote quickly. I changed the playlist. It's To My Youth now. It's good. I just have to think of what has been going on lately. Maybe I'll even call my mom. Yeah, that'll help.
Here's an update, it didn't. I cut it shortly after 'how's your day?'. And as much as I try to, nothing seems to fall from my eyes. Nothing helped. Not Breathe. Not You Never Know. Not Zero O'Clock.
I'm not giving in. I need Everything I Wanted.
Why isn't it working? Why doesn't it feel real to me? Why?
Because I have no one to make me feel like how Billie is to Finneas?
I'm good with no one. I don't need anyone. I can pity myself. I'll be alright. I'm better off without everyone, anyway. All they do is bring me down. But that's because I'm capable of everything. And by that, I mean every single thing.
Oh no, I think I let her win again. It's 2016 all over again.
Okay, maybe I'll let her play for a while. No, I mean, I'll let myself play. Trust me, we'll be fine. Let me in. I'll show them. It's me. I'm me. This is the real me.
And I'm not letting anyone hurt me.