As I write this entry, the day is over and the cold air of the night starts to permeate through the room. Everytime the night comes, the memories start flashing through my head like an automatic dvd player. With all the melancholy events that transpired during the last few years, I have to admit my chest feels a little tighter everyday. A lot of times, it was like a blast to the chest whenever bad things happened and before I know it, I'm on the floor, barely breathing. When really bad things happen, it hits you hard really bad like the song "Wounded" by Honeymoon Suite.
Whether it's trouble from within pack, rejection from the outside or a dream going down in flames, it really hits you hard. It gets worse when it was something that you put your whole effort on or when it was something that you wanted so bad. One for sure, even if you are still breathing, it's not an easy thing to recover from. Don't be surprise if such a victim of cruel fate walks around like a zombie and is oblivious to everything and everyone. A cruel blow can really do that to a person and it takes a while to recover from.
In this recent situation, it sure took everyone for a wild and very bad ride. I wonder if the stupid jerk and his cohorts who did this realized what they have done. Just when things have settled down, here comes another chest-blower and boy, it really flew all over the place. So once again we are left with another emotional blowout and we are trying to carry on as best as we can. Now I understand how Micheal Corleone felt when he told Fredo that he broke his heart.
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