It is ironic how I want to forget everything about last night, but how at the same time, I have no memory of what happened.

It is one of those periods of time that you just want to scream and bang your head on the window and tell the world of the emotional turmoil and upheavals that have been plaguing you, but you cannot.

So you choose to take it out on everything you see and commiserate in bouts and bouts of alcohol. I am not an alcoholic, but I seek it in a time when all I need is someone to listen and most importantly, to give me the courage to scream and vent it all out.

Yet somehow, I am not feeling any much better than I was before. All that is left are but pieces of broken glass and a memory of words I do not remember.

This entry was posted by ranon, on Tuesday 15 January 2008. You can leave your response.