Things you get from being intoxicated.

The thereafter episodes of the Paskuhan was undeniably inconceivable. Things I never thought even in my dreams just came in fluttering, leaving me staggered the moment my consciousness slowly seeps back. I was dreadfully sorry. For being such a jerk, for being too insensitive, for being too bold. I should've thought of the current situation. I should've thought of its consequences. I should've thought of the people involved. Yet, these "should have's" are now pointless. It's part of history.

At times like this, I can't help but think that maybe it's better to keep things to yourself. Venting out your sentiments to others would just make the situation even more complicated as it already is. Plus the subjective fact that in every story, the listener has his/her own judgment. Frankly, I am afraid of that. I don'know how people would react when they get a hold of my current state. It plainly sucks to keep things from others especially to the ones whom I already entrusted my everything. It melts my heart by just thinking of it. Now, there's just me, people involved and the problem, period. The rest I leave to time.

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