Switch it Off
This is the day of every year that I really hate the most of all. I couldn't stand how I was being shunned just because of someone they were choosing over and over again. The irony is that they still choose me without being aware of it.
I guess that's how powerful my sexiness is. I am too hot to be ignored or avoided. My hotness is causing everything to be hotter. I do not feel sorry for that because it is not my fault that they want me more.
"It's time, Amanda. It's 8:30 p.m. already."
W-wait... WHAT?!
No! D-don't!
I am panicking and trying to shout, but I can't.
Before I could even think of more, I was down when I saw Amanda's hand reaching for the light switch.
I know what will happen, and I know I can't stop it.
But I guess I will endure sleeping for an hour because what can I do? I am just a light bulb.
Tsk. I really hate this Earth Hour.
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