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Monday evening, some good friends called as I was driving home and invited me out.
They are indeed good friends... why did I declined their invitation, again?
Ah yes, I was tired. Well, that did not stop you before?
You’re absolutely right… but that night, it felt different… I felt different.
I wanted to accept… by god, how I needed a drink or two that very moment… but I just went straight home. I cleaned myself up and went to bed. I was suppose to do some work, but didn’t. I just went to bed. Closed my eyes… trying not to think, not to hear, not to feel. In no time, it has worked.
The next day, I did not go to work. Why… I don’t know. The Directress called asking why I was not in school.
As the day ended, the Directress came home, went to my room and asked if I went out for the day. I replied, no. She looked at me and said, “You looked tired?”
In my mind, Ah, do I? Hmm, you’re absolutely right! I am indeed tired… in fact, it’s killing me. The whole day, I was contemplating in accomplishing my great desire. But of course, I could not bring myself into doing it… not because I was afraid, but more because of the ugly and wrong connotations that would arise from doing such deed.
A friend said she dreamt of me... and in her dream I finally got my wish.
I am sad… how can I get any clearer than that.
I wish I would finally receive my wish soon.