Can't wait for tomorrow.
The slight anticipation of doing something ever so rash, reckless, impromptu; I don't know what to make of it. I want so badly to share it with everyone, but nothing comes without repercussions. If I post it up, people are going to talk & yap again. Not that I mind, but I want to keep things the way it is now.
I'm still hesitant. Confused. The things people can say to you in the fit of anger; as if they have no qualms of the degree of hurt it may cause you. Now it prolly doesn't matter as much anymore. The only feeling left is a vague numbness & the aftermath of a wee bit of stinging. Then it all just fades. Nothing left to lament about.
That night. I lay in bed awake. Thinking. For the first time ever, my mind emptied itself of all thoughts. Blank.
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