No matter how disrespectful and mean I've been towards him, he has never been anything but an angel to me, and that is what kills me so much, I feel so harmed, not only that but also bruised. More like all my world has succeeded in crumbling in a blink of an eye.
One week ago, I was crying about mom's case, and now it is the young man? 'why does it love punishing me so badly?' I asked myself in frustration.
The shock was evident, and it was too much, it has shown all over my face, and the urge to cry had clothed me so much, more than what I can ever think about. I shivered from stress, the frustration of having all these worked up in me only attained the point of making me cry.
