It was the first time i cried in public- for you,i did..
After that fateful night, I thought everything would be alright. Serenity would return in the calm night.
I was so so wrong.
The nights seem so long. The need for sleep never seemed so trival. Now, i know why people say "the truth always hurts". It does. So damn freaking much.
How i wish someone would just run up to me and wrap their arms around me. Someone who would tell me a blatant lie, that 'everything's alright'... I wanna believe that so much. But i just can't. I can't.
I cried, i cried so hard, like i never cried before. I was on the bus,staring at the familiar structures as they stream past. I closed my eyes,as the agony felt so real. I felt so alone, in the pain.
The long walk home from the bus stop was excruciating. I was sweating from the heat of the bright scorching sun. But i felt as if there was nothing but darkness that engulfed me. I didn't know what led me on while walking. It must have been divine intervention,that worked on my limbs to bring me back home,the right house. I called out for him,over and over again. To find that, i was crying like a baby. But no one heard. No one.
Faith didn't run to me and jump on me in excitement when i came home. Perhaps she knew what i';ve done. How much i've hurt you...how much i've hurt the rest...
If i were to start leading a wasted life of debauchery now, it'd be worth it. I don't think its a great loss. at all.
Andrea Yim
1:06 PM
