On another point I finally decided to return home after spending nearly two months in Newcastle, in the freezing cold mind you. I never thought I would have so much difficulty with myself getting on the plane, I’d run for the air tunnel any other time but this time it was different.
I got attached.
I’ve never felt guiltier nor have I ever cried so much as when I left my sisters place and her four year old; the last time I cried that hard was when I watched the Naruto episode where Itachi dies •/_\• (I had to add that)
He grabbed a hold of my jacket and kept trying to pull me back; as if that didn’t chip away my ice cold heart the tears and the big eyes he gave me shattered it.
How could I resist? I considered the possibility of him fitting in my handbag.
After the big crying fest and heartbreak, I got my ticket scanned and I left not before I looked back at him giving me one of those hearts you make with your hands; I burst into tears again. My make up was thoroughly ruined and just my luck something with fine face happened to sit next to me, I could’ve cried again.
It was just so pathetically sad on my part, but enough with my sad story; I better get on with this appraisal task otherwise the next lot of crying might as well be my funeral.
- a m b a, y e a h?