I tend to go home after school and neglect my cellphone. Before, people use to text me and they’d intertwine me into their conversations about the dumbest subjects and I’d play along; pretending to exert interest in pure nonsense but somewhere, I just stopped. I stop replying to the texts and if a reply was typed, usually it was one worded.

I don’t go out much and it’s funny because I used to dream about the day I’d finally be free to do whatever likings was in mind. I decline sweetly, sometimes harshly and abruptly, because of reasons I’ve never expressed. I never express why because it’s pathetic, the reasons I harbor inside stay personal for a reason. Some give me shit about it, they rant about how I always say no and I stay silent. Not because I’m speechless because it’s worthless trying to convey my reasons into their understanding.

Eventually, the texts stop arriving. The inviters stop inviting and the reasons remain secrets.