EIGHTEEN-A Date And An Angry Man

Waking up the morning after felt like an extreme sport.

 I wanted to remain cuddled in my bed, with no will whatsoever to communicate with humans today or even step out my door. Asides from the fact that I didn’t want to get out of bed and do all of these, I also didn’t get much of a good sleep the night before. Frankly speaking, I was only able to shut my eyes at the wee hours of the morning and when I opened them, the sun peeked brightly through my windows. Even though the night was torture as I couldn’t get a good sleep, I prayed for the impossible. I prayed that the night shouldn’t end. Making a very big mistake and unashamedly embarrassing yourself could do that to you.

Last night was a horrible mistake.

I almost cursed at myself the moment I walked into my apartment that night. I was a complete fool to just put myself out there for grabs. The truth that I couldn’t control myself a