me myself and i

is all i got in the end...


I got a huge scrape on my knee walking back to the car when i went to office warehouse to get some bookends for my journals.

it hurt like hell... whatever that feels like. like a piercing pain with sporadic grainy painful rubs..

i went to the bathroom to try and wash it.. it took me 5 minutes before i brought the hose to my knee.

it still hurt like hell.

got some antiseptic and applied it with a cotton bud on my wound and it hurt like hell..

realized how i don't have anyone to do it for me.

my mom is in london. who else to do it but me? i'm 26 this year and still feeling some regret not having someone treat my wound.

but i've gotten used to doing things on my own and getting stuff by myself like my tiffany necklace.

who else is going to give me that aside from myself? who else would drive for me aside from myself?

i've gotten too used to be independent of other people but the regretful feeling remains.

like at that moment in that parking lot, i could have been holding someone's hand to prevent, if not break my fall.