'Oh, darlin' don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple,'

Sometimes...

I closed my eyes, sagged front, and felt my backbone crumple slowly and fit itself into the shallow, old, worn-out cushions of my chair. My heart thudded in the middle of my chest. I allowed my head to loll over the back of the chair, feeling the hard lump in my throat move painfully down, then back up as I swallowed.

Sometimes...

I bit my lip and felt a hot tears building up behind my eye lids. The first one fell from the left, the second at the right and I lost count after that. Somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind, I could hear the wretched sobs of a pathetic whiner. I could feel fingers reaching up my arms, smoothing themselves around me, comforting me, I snapped up, and looked at my own chipped fingernails.

Someday...

I was comforting my own self. I small bubble of laughter rose through my throat and burst at my lips, ripping my throat, my mind, my heart. More came, like the rapid reaction between magnesium and a certain strong acid, the being the metal and the laughter being the latter. I could feel myself floating away at the same time being rooted, held on to firmly by a string of some kind.

Nylon?

Terelyne?

Polyester?

I don't really care. It is irritating the hell out of my. I shall take my chopper, and chop it off.

Oh, darlin' don't you ever grow up...
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Sorry for going MIA for the past one-two months. Been muggingmuggingmugging. A little story to open the lid on both my head and my heart. Shall not talk about it or think about it anymore. It'll just make me unhappier and hinder my train of thoughts for anything. Shall not think about it, and be happier. I am procrastinating this thought/situation/case/whatever for the sake of my important exams. How thoughtful/smart/good/great/practical/awesome I am, eh? :)