A joke carelessly delivered spiralled in to an opening for something worth fighting over.
Í was just joking. I'm sorry.
It dídn't really matter. Sorry or not, it's already been said.
Echoes are hard to get rid off.
It sits in your mind waiting for the perfect opportunity to utter the same words.
Over and over again.
Am I overreacting? Maybe, maybe not.
That arguement will never be enough to lessen the damage.
But I am sleepy and tired of the same old.
I wake up tomorrow, feeling refreshed and convinced the echoes will eventually tire itself out.
It can't possibly last that long, right?
After all, my memory or is it my conscience that can't hold that kind of grudge?
I'm not too sure either.
All I know is that it doesn't have enough space for such silly things.
Goodnight.
Tomorrow will be another day.
