D and I didn't speak to each other for the entire week. He said he wanted to be left alone. Four days into the week, he threw me a gigmongous bomb, so big it crushes me totally. Came Saturday, that day saw me sitting by the waterfront for the evening crying my tear duct dry. I think I had enough. There was a point where I craved a total disregard for the rules and just wanted to run rampant with streaks of rebellion I had in me. In the process, I crushed not only myself, the people around me and strain relationships which I had no intention to from the beginning of time. But now i feel like a foolish prodigal son who just wants to return to the place he was initially liberated from.
Farewell nasty habits, it's about time I learn to clear up my mess.
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