Last night
the Tigers made me scream with excitement.
Michael Bublé made me cry,
so I put on ABBA and they made smile.
those words that hurt rang loud and clear in my head, over and over and over again. Mocking me, tearing at me, reminding me of how much I can't have everything.
was an extra cold, extra lonely night.
I wished I could forget those words of hurt.
I successfully avoided doing all the things I need to do,
which makes me successful in at least one thing in life.
I forced myself to stop looking and to stop thinking so I could sleep.
I still couldn't sleep, so this morning I'm very tired.
was a rollercoaster of too many different emotions bursting out of me.
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