Seventeen

Details of yesterday night come rushing like a flood.

I remember coming home feeling so tired yet happy that my best friend is getting married soon. I remember how I entered my bathroom and let the water from the shower pour on me and how memories from my relationship came rushing. I remember that I broke my promise. I promised not to cry but still, I needed to let out my frustration one way or the other. I feel sick and I knew this was because of yesterday night. I cried so hard that I could hardly recognize who I was anymore. I won't let this affect me more than it already has.

I stretch and get up from my bed.

I walk too slowly to the bathroom stripping myself of my nightwear as I walk in. I brush my teeth and packed my hair in a rough bun to avoid water from touching it. I walk in gracefully and I let the cold water cascade on my skin. I feel refreshed as water drops fall on me. I need a long bath but Friday morning is not the best time for that, especially when y