It can't be done.

"I'm sorry, but right now It can't be done."

I felt so devestated. I wanted to look away. But nonetheless I looked at her and hoped maybe she could bring me a ray of hope or at least a word of kindness. Nothing. "Why do you look at me like that?" "It' just....," I whispered in my breathless sorrow. She quickly said, "It's like your mad at me because it can't be done."

I turned away and took my things. I dared not look back as I knew there was nothing to look at if I would, and there was nothing to look at as I looked forward.

I dropped my things onto the floor and lied down. It felt like i wanted to let tears gush out, but then it felt like it hurt too much to let a single one flow. I looked at all I had worked on and then I just turn on the TV set. The shows flipped by and by as I let my body heat up in frustration and sadness.

But what can one expect right? When people in life leave you with so many hardships. No luxuries, no love, no joy. I grab the blanket and decide to just fall apart in my sleep.