Ut amem et foveam

Bad day, just bad. gotta wake up.

When you realize you just hurt the one you'd never in your wildest dreams thought to hurt, a ball of fire just whirls through your body and burn you, slowly but surely. you want to defend yourself; no, you did not mean to hurt, never in a thousand years, you want to explain, but somehow the words seemed choked in a place where the rest of the crushed papers were. when you had the chance to explain, you didnt, and when the chance was lost and you were left along without a second glance, that's when the regret sits in.

but think twice: were there anything to explain about? you know how the one feels. you know where the one came from.

Still feeling like fuck. two tests tomorrow: EEPS, ENGMEC. congrats, Eliz. you can bang the wall now. what happened to studying, Eliz? what happened when you've lost your last hope?

Labels: Emorant =\