Halfway thru my walk home from the office tonight, my tear ducts suddenly bursted and out came the tears which have been locked up for a couple of days now (without me knowing it). I was crying from Newton MRT all the way to Newton Circus, and ducking my head whenever someone walks by.
It could be the hormones, or it could be sheer frustration, sadness, humiliation, tiredness and everything with 'ness' and 'tion' at the end of the word.
It feels so frustrating, to see all I've worked for just go down the drain.
Out of the 9 good things I've done, would people remember me for that 1 wrong action?
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