i felt so so so so so angry. WHY? didnt you call me? i'm thoroughly disappointed. and of course, not only i hate you, i hate myself, for not waking up as well. i'm sure i set the alarm, but i didnt hear it ring, i dont even have any recollections i turned it off. why? why?
MY DAY WAS BAD TO BEGIN WITH. so if you stand in my way, too bad you're suffering from my wrath that isnt supposed to be directed to you. but my anger is blind. and when i'm angry, i dont really give a damn.
resorted to physical inflictions. and reprimanded myself.
and totally crestfallen, that you, do not know me well enough to know how important the call was to me. it was a billion hopes placed onto it. it was the ignition to my dying soul. it was the source of strength for my dwindling faith and tortured physique and psyche. and it's your voice that has the power to rekindle it all.
BUT YOU DIDN'T MAKE THE CALL. & that's why i was infuriated.
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