Futile
I thought that wasting more than a couple of tokens in the arcade would eventually help me drive the madness out of me. But it worked less effectively than it did before. Missing out lunch or simply taking another route and destroying my whole planned itinerary for today.. Nothing seemed to work for me. aNd maybe even desperately pounding this damned keyboard for this entry, I think, will not also do me any good.
More than an hour from now, I’d be kicking those balls in the field again in high noon.. And maybe, maybe… And I whole damned wish that maybe my foot will hurt more than this kind of crap I feel now. That sweat will drown all the restlessness snd frustrations away…
Whose fault is this? Or am I simply making a mess out of myself again?
Maybe I just have to leave the next sentence blank, ‘coz I know what I’ll be saying next won’t make any sense………..
inuman nlng tau….
