The worst part of life is exams. Period.
I studied from 3 am on Monday, till 5am, until I decided I needed a run to clear my head. So I ran.
I reflected on the things that took place last week. The good, the bad and the ugly.
Mostly they were bad and ugly, and even the good things that took place became bad and ugly when cast under my shadow. I fouled up.
I said too much, I said what I shouldn't say.
And just when finding the words were hard enough, acceptance of the response was even harder.
Finding the words were like regurgitating spiky gummy bears.
They were meant to be sweet little truths, but making them come out was damn tough.
Accepting the response was like swallowing a durian with the spikes and all, as well as mud encrusted shell.
As I ran, these memories kept playing in my head, over and over again, coupled with the questions that I had in my mind. I just ran and ran, until I lost track of time, and the sky seemed less dark. On my way back, I decided to take the long way, out of pure gut feeling. I "ran" into Lassie, the rough collie that I always hang out with. So I sat there, just stroking its back, and mulling over stuff, when it came over and just purely licked me my face. Pimple formation aside, it seriously felt better.
At least, a fellow mammal cared.
On the plus side, it's a female mammal. :p
Life is described in three letters.
TSK.