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weltschmerz (adj.) "world pain" ; the depression you feel when the world as it is doesn't reflect what you think it should be —
[origin : german]
"Swear to the moon, the stars, the sons and the daughters
Our love is deeper than the oceans of water."
"Please shut up!" I grunted and covered my face with my pillows. I have a lovely migraine and whoever is calling right now isn't very much helping.
My phone went of about three more times before I actually decided to get up. And by that, I mean sit up on my bed Indian Style. Checking my phone, I had a whole bunch of notifications from the media and then 15 missed calls from Adrian, 25 texts from Adrian, 13 missed calls from Serena, 19 texts from Serena, 3 missed calls from Pyper, 50 texts from Pyper and the guys in our group conversation, and 2 missed calls from dad. You have got to be fucking kidding me!
Deciding to call my dad back first, he answered on the third ring.
"Oh you've finally gotten up!"
"No, this is the ghost of Adrianna, you're speaking with Abrielle," my voice came out thick with sleep. Whoops!
"You did not just get up," disbelief lacing his words.
"What if I did," I challenged.
"You realize it's already 12:45, in the afternoon, right?"
"You're terribly funny father, but no it's not."
He scoffed, like he literally scoffed over the phone, "Do me a favour and check the time."
Taking the phone off my ear and peeping the time, I almost flipped shit. 12:47
"What the hell!"
"How you feel? Hmmm?"
"I swear to god dad, Adrian is a bad influence of you!"
"Who said Adrian thought me that," he sassed back and I literally face-palmed.
"Unbelievable," I mutter.
"Yes, we all know you are," he chimed. Okay. What the fuck?
"Ow!" I whine as my migraine becomes ten times worse within the second.
"Adrianna, what's wrong," all the playfulness disappearing from dad's voice.
"Just a migraine," I mumble, staring up at the ceiling.
"Adri, you need to eat and take an Excedrin."
"Can't I just stay in bed all day," I whine.
"It's a Saturday. You really want to stay home and do nothing?"
"Okay fine! I just have to check the media and return all calls and texts and then shower. Then I'll eat and take an Excedrin.
"Or I should do all that and then go through my phone."
"Please do the latter," dad mutters on the other end. And I pretend I didn't hear him.
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