i guess you could say that mothers dont really enjoy having their daughters stare out the window, silently looking at a pretty boy every day.

everytime i told her about the boy on the other building, she'd shrug, and whenever i asked why, she'd flinch and turn around.

and today she brought me to, some sort of...centre. a mental illness centre.

i didnt get it, i wasnt mentally ill.

i was just simply falling in love with a pretty boy. it's common.

isn't it?