MAD

Am mad, am mad at you. Am mad at myself. Mad mad mad!!!

why didnt I just come straight home when I was already at the door?

why didnt I learn from the way I felt that the thrill of meeting to you was the same?

I shouldn't have let you choose the time and place of the meeting.

I should have employed the never failing element of surprise... I bet it wouldn't have failed.

Now am here, fighting these vivid kodak-moment visions of our meeting that just did not come true.

There may never be another time. That's why:

AM MAD. AM SO MAD.