A tinge of guilt. Just the slightest hint, 'cause I know I shouldn't have done what I did - but I try to push it to the back of my head. And at times like this, when I cannot hide behind anything else, I feel that stab of guilt. Knowing how
that person would be disappointed, and yet
another person would be too. If they knew. What the hell am I doing? It's just simply ironic how I can say "Karma's a bitch" over and over again, but it's just at this very instant where that quote hits me hard in the head; karma is a bitch and it goes around and comes back around. There is no escaping karma. I would get retribution in a form I would not recognise instantly. But when all that is over, I would know that karma had paid me a friendly visit.
I could have well prevented all this, but no, I choose to go right ahead, thinking I can handle it all. I played with fire, and now I'm afraid I would get burnt. Even if the truth doesn't get out, it would kill me still knowing what I did. And that is probably almost as bad as the truth getting out. Ok no wait, of course not. 'Cause if it does... I can't even begin to imagine. No one else would see this issue in the same light as me. It just makes me feel disgusted with myself. I know I'm wrong, and I don't expect anyone to defend me. It's the same feeling I felt early last year and all this is like a deja vu. Temptations lurk everywhere; it's simply up to you to hold your ground. Oh, and don't even for a second think I would spill my heart out to anyone; I would rather just keep mum. Picture me walking around with a "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging from my neck. Thank you for your kind attention.
