Disappointed, I am.

First came the scary, heart-thumping ride.

Then came the bomb.

I wonder why I'm still able to swallow everything. I wonder why I'm still trying to control.

Why do I even bother?

Have you ever considered my feelings?

I wonder if I can survive these 'games', these wars of silent words, these pretences anymore.

I want to go home and forget everything.

I really do.

Please friends in PJ, come and take me home.