I had a different post in mind.. But my self inflicted sullen state has got me here. Yea.. Very much Self inflicted because apparently it should have been my day of rejoicing and even ecstasy wouldn’t be an over expression. Instead I’m here making an effort not to be reckoned a miserable agony.
Never been the dewy-eyed genre, trying hard each time to put up a fight, to sham strong.. Somewhere deep all the muscles probably wore out in the combat. The worstness of this rant with yourself is when all the flashbacks come back, re-re-re…play until it brings you down, this low that the little voice within you demands help to rollback., any shoulder would do it screams, while the adamant head triumphs over the run down little voice. Not willing to give in, not to anything and not to anyone. Trying to keep headstrong whatever comes by.
What could have possibly made that strong head to lower down to wipe those dew drops off the cheek? Was this zest to withstand peeling off eventually? Had it become so bitter within that even so much of happiness couldn’t cloud it? Or is it just a one day thing?
Duhh.. I’d rather check the last alternative. The comforting possibility.
So I’m off, after whining all through the three little paras, quiet a lot of those annoying deteriorated rewinded cinemas have stopped playing, and I’m beginning to enjoy the bliss of the selection mail I received. 🙂 after 2-3 @iisuperwomanii and @jusreign videos down, not a soul would get a hint of the real story behind my smudged eyeliner. 😉
P.S: no proof reading done. Apologies for any mistakes and a special pardon for trumpeting my sadness just too much.
Recovery Plan watch a Friends episode or a Russell Peters. Laugh and forget all the crappy thoughts that stray about. 😀 (was that a self tip? Anywho.. ) 😉