Tonight, in an attempt to finally spill my guts to someone,

I found myself standing by a quiet street,
Drenched to my bones,
in the middle of the night,
with no transport home.

I dont know whats more scary,
the fact that if someone had kidnapped me, no one would even be able to hear my screams,
or
the fact that I had No One to talk to, when i'd finally mustered all my courage and dug deep.

im going for the latter.

How theatric; that when a taxi finally was stopping for me,
a puddle of water splashed all the way from my shoes to my whole skirt.

Not only was i freezing cold in the cab,
i was also tending to a broken heart.

It didnt help that the driver had on some Emotional Love Song.

Maybe im Selfish for thinking that someone would bother hearing me rant at midnight.

I Know Better Now.

Life, im sick and tired of playing games

xx, R