it sucks. really it does. the sour, fermented bittertaste still stays. it's one bloody sore bruise that will take years, damn long, to erase. it's one freakin' wound that will just stay bloodied. it'll hurt with every move. it'll be a screaming reminder with every single try. i remember i thought it was a joke. i rememebered it i let out a difficult laughter, with choked emotions. tears are just so bloody redundant after so long, it just gets tiring.
ya, sure, i really really believed in miracles. i did then, still and will.
God, i pray things cant get any worse. the sun has to come back out soon, please please. i wish i could yank that yellow thing out. heck, the how bit.
-sigh
Labels: jittery, school, wounded
