Shit Happens II

It exploded and hit the fan and blew all over KL.

Whatever happened though is in the past, it has tremendously shattered my confidence, my communication skills and everything into a layer of dust. Heck even my driving skills deteriorate.

It will be actually much too soon to ask me to regain my composure like right now and actually picked my bloody dust. Fucking hard.

I am scared and worried, boyfriend could have guess I am worried through my pretend-to-be-happy facade. Yet not knowing how to ask me, he instead proceed with 'sensitive' questions which actually further hurt my feelings and provoked my anger.

I lashed out at him. Then he told me, " I am worried that you might be sad and worried about the whole thing," to which I nodded my head confirming his worries, feeling fleetings between moved and guilt.

But I guess there's nothing I/He can do except to stand by me and telling me to get back to myself. I will try, I will. Just spare me sometime and wish me heaps of good luck.