Nothing extraordinary, just one of those days when life threw you a bit more than what you felt you can take.
Something in me just snapped, and before I could stop it, all I saw was red.
I lost my temper and it was like a bomb just exploded from deep within me.
Months of repressed emotions quickly rose up, eager to be unleashed, as if they had waited forever to get out.
I shouted. Over and over again.
I screamed on top of my lungs until my throat hurted and the veins on my face and neck tightened painfully. I slammed my fists on the wooden desk and hurled my phone across the floor.
Grief oozed out from my every pore. My body started shaking from half-spent anger and desolation.
Slumped on a chair, I gripped both armrests in my fists and howled in agony. There were no words, just animal-like sounds coming out of my mouth while tears flowed freely down my face.
I did not want to stop.
When my wails turned to whimpers, I slipped down to the floor and crawled to the corner of my study room, tucking my curled up body into the comforting nook between two walls.
Silent tears continued long after fatigue took over.
I floated in a state of semi-consciousness, in and out, in, out... until darkness and sleep finally arrived and claimed me.
*This post was written on November 19th, 2011
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