Chapter 25I kept punching the punching bag as muscles flinch in pain but I kept pushing all my frustrations on the punching bag.
I can't keep this act of depression and self-pity in me it makes me feel weak and useless.
I can't keep my thought focus and emotions locked up feeling the way I do.
I kept on throwing punches at the punching bag until it broke hitting the floor with a loud thud.
I groan in frustration kicking the bag angrily feeling the ache of my bones.
I sauntered to my room needing a bath because I sink with sweat.
I enter into my room sniffing the sweet scent of honey and banana," I missed the privacy of this room" I say with a loud sigh.
I walk into the bathroom removing my clothes disposing of them in the washing machine before getting the water ready in the tub I e
