Monday always carries a hunch for something bad, and it never fails to happen. It’s so bad that it makes everything seem at their worst. I can’t even make myself trust myself; it’s such a sweet irony, because I’ve been telling almost everyone to love themselves and trust their own instincts when I can’t even say the same for myself at this point of time. I start to doubt anything and everything, from the way I dress to the sarcasm-laden words from an unexpected party, and even the door never seems to close the way it used to.
Just because it’s Monday.
Just because I haven’t had breakfast.
And I probably won’t have lunch as well.
Had a lengthy session over MSN yesterday night over some “affairs of the heart”. I know things seldom turn out the way I wish, so I’m just indulging, as advised by a close friend. Hopefully this friendship will last the toil of time and distance.Hopefully.
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