I walk over to the kitchen, rolling up my sleeves, ready to start doing the dishes. I hear nothing but the birds squawking to each other. I breathe heavily and think about our conversation. We've drifted to much. We don't even have anything to talk about anymore. 

I sigh heavily, regretting that i pretended to be happy. Or even okay in that case. Then i fall. I open my eyes and im on the floor and my sight is getting blurry. I lean against the rice box, sobbing to myself. I bit my lip, telling myself that this is ridicoulous. 

But i only cried more. I started hitting the ground. Slapping is as if it was a ert on the street. My hand became sore and i just gave up and cupped my mouth. trying to hold in my cries.