After an entire night and entire morning of furious strumming, my fingers are so sore that it hurts even to type the soft keys of my notebook. Yet the skin-deep damage is gratifying, after yesterday's emotional damage. I could have just let it be and pretend that nothing's happened, but I realised it was unlike of me to just suppress those ugly emotions. So I let loose those crazy demons inside of me last night, strumming away at 11pm. Only my dad managed to subdue my sudden outburst of craze with a glass of Kahlua, which knocked me out successfully within an hour.
The ferocity of my anger went up by another notch this morning, after realising that that pifitul glass of liquer actually managed to keep me snoozing for 10 hours straight. Another session of mad strumming and singing proceeded, without prior concern for my blistered fingers. What infuriated me further was the fact that something so simple could easily be ruined by people who overestimate themselves. Sigh.
I'm just upset over stuff which may seem insignificant to you, but these minor stuff won't disappear just because you ignore them.
I'm back to normal, people. Sorry to ditch you all last night. I feel sorely terrible. We should really form a proper jamming group, since we've got 2 talented keyboardists/pianists and a ...urm... talented harmonica player. Just joking.
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