My Cup of Tea

Getting a good rest...and staying in my room most of the time. Though I feel better now, there are times that prickly issues reappeared in my mind like restless ghosts that there's a surging need to blurt it out to unload its monstrous effect in my system. But I am often misunderstood, viewing me as repulsive and indignant and dismissing my rant as an immature resentment of a woman deprived of whatever little piece of happiness she is incapable of achieving. But it doesn't matter to me now, at least I fired my last bullet, not to launch an assault but to release the burden that kept thudding in my mind from that unresolved squabbles. Last night, I tossed some old files from my cabinet, rearranged the stuff in my room and flipped several pages of my previous journal entries. So I re-read the content, sort of tripping-down-memory-lane. It's crazy how far I'd traveled this journey, of letting myself duped with senseless thing.  I sat back and pulled another n...