letting it pass

                 I shall let this pass-- whatever "this" may be. I'm not sure whether it's a feeling, an emotion, or a situation I feel compelled to react to-- but I wont-- nevertheless, I shall let this pass (until I get a good night's sleep, that is, then I'll be back and ranting about absolutely everything). Because this, this is the last draw. This is that one moment where all the strings have been pulled, where all the patience-knots break, and where all the heads come flying out the window. This is it. The limit of my so-called civil self. This is that one particular point in time where I'm supposed to break down and whine about how life is being so unfair, this is that one episode in my life where I'm supposed to ask all the "why" questions without ever bothering to listen to answers, this is that moment where I care only for myself and no one else, because it's that one time wherein I feel that the world has turned upside down and I don't know which side I should be on. Time and time again I make myself forget, and I fail every single time I do so. But at least I have moved on now. The only thing that's continually bothering me is the fact that someone makes me feel I shouldn't, when I believe I have every right to. And this is just SO UNFAIR! >.<