Faltering through daily, succumbing to the feeble mind, what else? Barely have the strength left for a rebound. The days are seemingly bright but gloomy, none to accompany me but myself. I get bitter with company and antsy without one, "so what is it that I want?" I asked myself. I want someone to listen.
I want to be sad without having to apologize, purely because I know I didn't make myself cry, did I? I want an apology to derive from the tiny squabble. There is no excuse for no apology, if it was petty still, it was worth the apology. To wait till the tears trickle down, makes me even sore.