Howl

In the moment of fury, fired up by the intensity of the situation, all she wanted to do was throw herself out of the car and howl painfully in the middle of the road, without a moment’s thought of the passing vehicles or the staring strangers. She simply wanted to let out all of those built up disappointments, mishaps, misunderstandings, all the cuts and bruises. She felt all that pain deep within her soul it scarred her. She became unable to laugh, unable to cry, unable to even really and earnestly care for anything. Everything became temporary to her; happiness, sadness, peacefulness, joyfulness, or even thoughtfulness. She became unable to fully live any period of her passing life for the mere reason that she always thought that it will not last. She became the dullest person she least expected herself to be. Hatred became her only companion, for none of the other forms of emotions could so determinedly reside within her mind. She simply hated herself most of all for becoming the person she is now. 

© A Furious Child