Against All Odds- Phil Collins
She carefully folded herself up into a neat envelope, sealed it, and waited. Because things were simpler that way.
Sometimes I think emotions are a nuisance. I find the ability to detach oneself from any emotion a real achievement. Yes, I sound like I want to be a robot but sometimes emotions are very distracting.
It's the pain you feel like you got your heart ripped out that leaves you clawing at your chest because you feel the need to externalise the pain and savor the pain on the outside. You scream and cry but everything you do would not reduce the amount of pain and hurt you feel.
You hold your warm mug, filled with your favorite cocoa drink and all you can think about is smashing it on the floor because that's how broken you are. You find pens strewn across your study table and all you want to do is snap each and every pen in half because you're that angry.
You know that doing all that won't help in solving anything and that is why you don't do anything. You just stare out and wonder when will all this pain subside.
Someone taps your shoulder and you step out of this trance. You put on a smile- a mask- because no one must know how damaged you really are inside.
Signing out,
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