Rafael 2007 . ִ ࣪ ִ࣪ ࣪ ࣪ ☽ ⭑ ࣪ ⋆ ࣪⁺₊ ִ ࣪ ִ࣪ ࣪ ⭑

"Why do people have a hard time seeing that I'm a good guy?" I said lying in my bed staring at the ceiling. It was 3 in the afternoon and I was just deciding whether to get up. My breathing was almost meditative thinking about the above until there was a knock on the door. He sighs heavily. "What the hell do you want?" He says with a tone of clear annoyance. I didn't know who was knocking, but it was certainly annoying to me. I put a hand on my forehead, covering my eyes and wait for an answer. "What? What do you want? Speak already..."