I found a sure way to fight off wretchedness, or perhaps, at least attack it.
Walking.
Last night, I walked and walked until I was drooping. I did care less about other people, jeepneys, and woofing dogs I passed by, or that passed me by.
I couldn’t say it gave me a feeling of relief but it spoiled the tears that wanted to pour its way down. And it’s so much better. I am finally regaining the ‘me’ I used to be – never a crybaby.
I am still not pleased with what is happening. But at any rate, there’s no need to plaster stinging eyes.
Walking.
Last night, I walked and walked until I was drooping. I did care less about other people, jeepneys, and woofing dogs I passed by, or that passed me by.
I couldn’t say it gave me a feeling of relief but it spoiled the tears that wanted to pour its way down. And it’s so much better. I am finally regaining the ‘me’ I used to be – never a crybaby.
I am still not pleased with what is happening. But at any rate, there’s no need to plaster stinging eyes.
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