You already hate your life, now you hate your friends more.

Probably because they always use you and not even letting you know they'll hangout. You feel like committing...

“... Hey.”

Interrupted by a loud voice, you look up at see your boyfriend Scaramouche looking down at you

“You ok? Stop making ugly faces. Oh wait, your face didn't change at all.” And maybe it's not time for jokes...

You just stay quiet, and he immediately sat down beside you and hugged you

“You okay?”