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No. Why am I so weird? Crying over nothing? Ugh it just doesn't make sense. Day by day, little by little, I've been losing my sanity. Now I'm in my room crying while listening to music. Is it the music? Of course not. Music didn't do this to me. If anything, it's helped. So why am I like this right now? The big question.. Let me start from the beginning.
I looked over at the little clock in the bottom right corner of my computer screen. "9:04 P.M.," I mumbled, "I really should shower." Cautiously, I stood up from my computer chair and headed towards my bedroom door. I opened it without hesitation and slammed it behind me. The sound of the tv filled my ears as I raced down the steps and into the downstairs bathroom to get a towel since there was none upstairs.
"Where are you going?" my aunt asked from her spot on the couch as I stepped out of the bathroom.
"Upstairs," I replied. She laughed. See, this is I guess what you'd call one of our "inside jokes." Because I constantly go up and down the steps, my aunt always asks where I'm going and I'd always reply "upstairs" or "downstairs". I don't know why but she thinks it's funny, I just play along.
As I arrived upstairs again, I go into the bathroom and set my towel down onto the toilet. I smiled without reason and left the bathroom, going back into my room to retrieve some clothes. As I carried my clothes out of my room and into the bathroom, my cousin walks upstairs.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Showering," I simply replied, not making eye contact.
"No you're not. I'm showering downstairs," she said a bit loudly. I could detect a little of anger in her voice but I ignored it.
"No, I already have my things up here and everything!" I reported boldly.
My cousin crossed her arms, "No I'm showering." And with that, she went back downstairs.
I watched her go and was about to say something until my aunt from chimed in, "Abbey, Lorri was going to shower first."
I sighed and gave up. I opened my door and tried not to slam it behind me so that my aunt wouldn't think I was mad at her although it shut rather loudly.
My chest felt tight. What? I can't be getting upset over something so stupid.. But then why? Why am I upset? I tightened my hands into firsts and plopped down into my computer chair again. I looked up at the computer screen, the music from earlier was still playing. I grabbed my Hannah Montana blanket and pulled it up over my body and hugged my knees closely to my chest. I buried my face into my knees and quietly began crying to myself.
That's how I'm in this position now.
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