Drama Queen

She’s crying again.

How can I clear-up things? I’m yet to start asking why and tried to explain things, you’re already bursting in tears and making me feels that I’ve done something terribly wrong even I’m sure there is none. That I don’t care about you, what I feel for you is not true. Why it always end up like these? When I tried to explain things, for you I am already raising my voice. When I choose to be silent, then I am ignoring you. When I tried to reason out, makes me appear that I don’t care for us and I am just taking you for granted.

You’re crying again. What should I gonna do? It’s me and what’s wrong if in a day, I don’t think much about you, if I missed a whole day to ring your phone. Shouldn’t you be thankful that I didn’t miss to send an SMS to you before bed time? I know you’re doing just fine and no need for me to ask things in detail how’s your day goes, or where did you go with your friends. You must understand that I need space sometimes, I need a quiet place to relax and think of other things aside from you. I don’t want to talk about usual things that we talk about when we are together. I’d like to be alone sometimes, what’s wrong with that. I know you care, you just wanna know what’s going on with me, where have I been the whole day. You want to know what time I woke up this morning, what have I taken for lunch and what would I have for dinner. You wanted to know what did happen at work or did I met my deadline. Is it wrong if sometimes, I dont want to talk to you? Let me close my eyes for a while without you on my mind, be myself on the dining table without those fancy manners, watch my favorite tv show without having my self on the phone with you. Be offline for a day and let my webcam take a rest for a while.

You’re crying again. Now, your crying while your friends are with you. Why are you doing that to me? I don’t know how or what your friends will think about me. Is that another way to make it appear that you are the only one who cares about us and I am doing nothing but hurting you even in front of them? I care for you more than you ever know and until now, I don’t know why you still doubt my sincerity.

You’re crying again. You’ve been jealous even with my favorite sports. You’re crying because I pick basketball rather than you. That I preferred to be with my basketball team mates rather than stay with you at your flat or stay at my flat the whole day with you. How many times would I told you, that this is once in a week event to keep myself fit, just 3 hours out of seven days of our week and basketball is already with me before I’d met you. Why all of a sudden, you want me to change my usual routine just to be with you? Is it wrong for me to ask? Now your crying again.

I’m already tired. Go on and just let yourself cry. I may shed tears too but at least at the very end, I know I will find myself free of all the dramas I don’t even know if it is real or just for a show.

Now I will just let you cry.

… Lights, Camera……

… tears flowing down to her innocent pretty face, his man is quiet if I can call him a man but I’ll prefer to just call him a boy. There’s something wrong I thought. I can’t help myself but to take a look at the girl, she’s still young maybe still a teen or perhaps her looks is just lying. They are in front of me, just a foot away from my table. Shit this is crucifying me, I can’t stand seeing a girl crying in front of my own eyes. I’m reading a book for God sake, spare me with your drama kids. Go home and go to bed, it would be better that way. I’m enjoying my coffee here, get lost. But they won’t. Now they are arguing. Aha. Now, you successfully caught the attention of the rest who’s maybe like me just killing time here. You kids just spoiled my night. I’d better go home. Ok, it’s your stage buddy. Anyway its almost closing time so, Lights, Camera, Drama!

The Joker is in Tears

It was Thursday night; he just came back from a sporty activity that is usually part of his routine. Tired and hungry, he found a letter at the front of his room. Letters and snail mails are common but rarely this one. This one is different from the others. He opened the door, entered the room and sit down beside his bed. He carefully opened the letter just to get shocked and disappointed by the contents of it.

First time into that situation, he tried to maintain his cool and his calmness. He took a deep breath and read the letter once again. Now it is official he sigh. After all the previous conversation, advices and phone calls, all proven to be ineffective. All of his senses shattered into pieces while trying to think what will be his best move and logical approach to what disappointed him.

The joker’s ordeal failed to be concealed by his tiresome and peculiar face against his housemate. Sensing that there is something wrong, his friend immediately asked and indirectly converged what makes him to have that look on his face. He willingly shared his previous experience and how he managed to dodge and survived it. Still after that, he somehow still feels alone, neglected and abandoned.
He dialled his phone and tried to call a special friend. At least, from there, unknown effect by simply talking to her will surely offer a quick relief, and so it is. Strange but somewhat, he tries to comprehend whatever makes it that way and flout it out to clear off anything that may lead into sudden death of unwitting emotions.

Again, alone in his room, he attempted to foresee different after-effect if he fails to act swiftly and wisely on his unprecedented problem. He should be smart, ready to sacrifice other things and set priorities that may possibly take down the path to survival. Suddenly, tears falls from his eyes, down to his face and everything seems he’s helpless. The Joker is in tears.