Ever been in a place where you felt like you couldn't breathe or even adjust or just simply be without having to do something as easy as breathing properly, that's how I felt. I cleaned my place last night after that little episode to the point where I felt like I was OCD. It didn't take away the way I felt. It's like I was trapped in a stuffy place, I felt alone but, in a way, determined to get out.
I felt like screaming out my frustration, like yelling at the world for being so clumsy with something as important as my heart. Don't believe me? Paulo Coehlo once said 'You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it is better to listen to what it has to say.' So, I listened and now I've called in sick for a week and I can't get out of bed. I don't want to… I don't want to see my friends or respond to the frequent knocks I've been receiving on my apartment door.
