Friday stunk.
What about Sunday?
Yeah.. what about Sunday.
Pause. The eerie silence.
The world goes into a standstill. As the people held their breath in anticipation; what would she say next?
She matters so much to the people.
Yet how much do the people actually mean to her?
What a question. And I suppose the people will never find out.
Grow up, boy.
There are appropriate times to really let your anger show. And I really should have flared back then.
But it's past. Should the occasion ever arise again, there should be no holding back.
Just whack.