Just Breathe - Isa xxxx (reading the story of the .TXT) 📗

my father tomorrow night after the flight had landed. I really didn't know how I felt at all. I went to reach for the journal, but realised I had thrown it down the stairs along with other irrelevant stuff. My ego was too big to go downstairs after being hurt that much, rejection still remained on me, like a stench I couldn't get rid of. Oh well, I thought to myself, I won't need it anyway, I'll go to America and begin again, without the past haunting me, however difficult that may be I was willing to try and forget. Forget everything in this damn country that reminded me of my past.

Tomorrow would be my present, and today was the last of my past, I had had enough.

 

 

Imprint

Publication Date: 01-05-2015

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Dedication:
This is a new book which is dedicated to my friends and family.