One Last Cry
My eyes are still swelling from my own ’saga’ last night. They hurt, they really do. My eye sight is rather blurry. It is as if there is a thin layer of tears lingering in my eyes. My head is spinning, oh it is really heavy. Perhaps it is still filled little ‘payback’ I want SHE COW to receive. My arms hurt too. Maybe it was the pillow-throwing last night. My brain is dry. Maybe I’ve drained all that I have in there by crying like a petulant kid I once was many, many years ago. My heart is still heavy. Why can’t I let go of that incident.
I haven’t felt like this since a long, long time. I remember the last time I cried like this, screaming, stamping my feet, throwing things on my bed, hitting and punching the wall (yes, I know it’s a bit ‘bizarre’ to imagine that) and willing myself to become to the kid who gave out her most heart wrencing cry when she didn’t get the barbie doll she wanted. I am not sure how long I turned back the hands of time…
I’d been waiting to lodge a police report on the car accident SHE COW caused yesterday morning. I’d even craft out the whole incident. My parents, after talking to my Uncle Peter, finally decided to turn to police for help. You can imagine how frustrated I was. Just when I happily getting ready to get to the police station, realised my dad jotted down the wrong registration number of SHE COW. Blimey!! I could remember the number but I couldn’t be sure of that. Foolish me, should have snapped a picture of that. It completely slipped my mind. WLA 4248 and WLA 2842, which one it is?? Very very reluctantly, I ‘rested’ the case and retreated to my room. I was cooped up with mixed feelings and I just couldn’t contain them any longer. The next thing I realised, tears started streaming down my face and hands reaching out for near objects and up they went and down they fell on the ground. I needed to let out what was tormenting me inside.
That stupid SHE COW, I didn’t quite expect her to be so despicable!!! Not only she didn’t apologize for her own stupidity, she gave me the wrong contact number!!! How not to have my blood boiling and pressure shooting up sky high??!! I swear when I see her on the road, by any chance next time, she will not be so lucky this time.
It’s not like I’d beat the crap out of the SHE COW. It’s a matter of taking responsibilities over your wrongdoings. She has to pay for that with as simple as ‘I’m sorry’. I HATE people like SHE COW, indeed, how very cowardish. No wonder she is a complete cow of all cows. Cow lovers, I’m sorry.
I really ought to let go of this incident. Forgive and forget, or rather, just to make me feel better, what goes around comes around. She will have her receiving end one day. This is what I call KARMA.
Well, I really don’t wanna be such a mean, vengeful and grumpy girl. Believe me, I really do wanna forgive and forget. Tell me god, how did you do that?
