Look what have I done.

Morning!
[Well, it isn’t good, so kinda avoided that part!]
[Song in ears :: Long Road :: Feel like a bug on the windshield of this world; moments away before I am turned into a over-beaten pulp of blood and flesh [sigh..] ]

Look what have I done.
I am not the guy who would rot away in guilt and regret for something that is remotely related to “emotions & feelings”. I am not a guy, who would bear the hang over of small, impulsive night or moment, for rest of his life. And I am definitely not a guy would fall in love with a girl, he touches for first time.
No. Instead I am one of those, who’d decay becuase, they acted like a “miserable eccentric pig”, with no feelings obviously. Damn, I am so ashamed of myself.

What in the fucking world will I tell her. Now there is all the more reason to believe that she never calls, she never see me and she forgets; about all that is me and mine. She’ll be happier. I’ll be relieved. I won’t have anyone to answer to.

Dear phone; don’t ring ever again.

I will mail now for an apology. But it’s not going to clear my conscience. God, Please bless my miserable soul.