I managed to break the news to my roomie finally. Thankfully, she could understand although i expect she's suppressing her feelings. Chan Mali thinks i have enough punishment for feeling so upset over the matter for the past few days and weeks of agonising over the decision. I should learn to let go.
I realise the person who is harsh on me is myself.
Yesterday, on my way back to hall, i was in an emotional turmoil. I had to control myself from bursting into tears during the bus ride to the interchange. My tears was on the verge of falling out when i was on the mrt but i blinked them off several times. I just wanted to stay at home and not go to school. But, i'm grown up and it's un-grown-up-ish of me to sulk, bawl and beg to stay at home. BUT, i dread going to school. The emoish trip back to school was just a draining, sad, draggy, gloomy, disgusting journey back to hall.
And i know the reason why i was so freaking emoish during the lonely ride back to hall. I woke up. I got my period. Period.
HAI!! Sigh!
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