UNcomfortable, sad, uninteresting, restrictice, devoid of intellectual stimulus. This is what I can say to describe today. After a night at his place, his terribly soft and uncomfortable hand-me-down bed caused me a body of aches once again.
We did not talk much. There was nothing else to do other than watching television. I wanted to talk and discuss topics that I came across but he found me noisy and irritating.
The weather was warm and humid and made me feel even more uncomfortable.
It always has to happen this way. Whenever I go over to his place, I always have to leave with such negative emotions and physical discomfort.
I need't have worried so much about him feeling upset and lonely because he has his game console and he does not need any other attention from me anymore. His parents take care of his daily needs. He has more than one source of attention and love. Who am I to him anyway?
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