Samantha Arnaiz is a straighforward person - literally a person who wants to get things straight to the point. No hesitation, No more double thoughts. Unfortunately, no person can continue on life without thinking and Antha is no exception. Wait til...
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I'm looking at the five lollipops my mom just handed me. I placed them on my bed while I sit at my bedroom floor and do nothing but stare at it.
It turns out that Nicholas bought them, together with the things my mom asked him to buy. I didn't even tell him that I like lollipops...How did he know?
The only thing that I can feel is guilt and anger because of what I said a while ago.
Even with all the things I told him, he still had control over his emotions. He let me go and he stormed to his car without turning his back to look at me.
I let my emotions take the best of me.
I'm sure he won't look at me the way he used to.
I dropped my head on my bed and screamed out of frustration. I doubt no one could hear because I made sure of it.
This situation brings me back to the time I accidentally called Mara a...slut. It was the time when she and Lukas weren't a couple yet and he had a lot of 'lovers' - they weren't technically lovers but Mara just kept them so that she wouldn't be bored.
The same thing happened, i wasn't able to control my mouth and ended up saying those things to her.
I not only broke her trust but I broke our friendship.
It got so worse that it went to the point, the other three had to pick sides. I insisted they go to Mara's so that I could be alone and reflect on what I just did.
I tried meditating to see if I could calm my mind. I tried looking for other hobbies, so I could try to compose my emotions. But none of those things work
I didn't know how to bring back our friendship but somehow we were able to resolve it. It took months
I decided to tweet on twitter. I mean, I like ranting on twitter. It makes me feel like I'm releasing it and not keeping it to myself. Even if, a person reads my tweet and probably doesn't know what's the story behind it. The thought of that is okay. Atleast they get to know that I don't live such a life.
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After minutes, my phone suddenly notified me that people liked and three people replied. When I opened the app, I wasn't surprised that people from my school where the one's who liked my tweet. Some were my classmates and some were just random people who attends at my school.
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