We tried and we fight but I know back at my head, I am at war on my own.
Monday started bad. Literally..
Train fault, bad students, hopeless teacher-in-charge. What a morning, and I still have the nagging feeling that was brought forward from last week. It’s bad.
I was afraid to go back to his place to face his parents. I came up with my excuses to to shop and walked like Clarissa (as slow as a slow-loris). And find excuses to stuff my already full stomach. But I did it.
Guilty as charged.
He may have sense something, or he may not. I don’t know, but I am making a lot of excuses to just avoid and be away as much as I can.
I don’t usually am afraid of anyone. But I am always ever ready to burst the dam, listening to every piercing words.
Whatever it is, I am glad my love is home to hug me to sleep, into the abyss of darkness where he can’t see me tear.