Mournful

It has been a rough week at school and at home. There was so much work and pressure in school that I inevitably brought it back home too. I thought as the weekend approaches, it was getting better. Not until I listened to what someone had to say yesterday. It really came as a surprise and I could not believe my ears. I simply cannot understand what is happening and somehow I think it’s my fault. Seriously, I’m such a jinx that I even jinxed myself.

People say that you should sleep when you are unhappy so that you will forget the problem more easily. I think it’s a whole lot of bullshit. The reality was still calling out to me when I was lying into bed and when I closed my eyes; it was as though the whole conversation was playing out in my head again and again. I just want to know what’s going on and if everything could start from the beginning again.

Why is there a thing called love when it’s so painful to love?