Chapitre 25: Chapter 25

I 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 of sweat.

I enter into my room sniffing the sweet scent of honey and banana," I really missed the privacy of this room" I say with a loud sigh.

I walk into the bathroom removing my clothes disposing it in the washing machine before getting the water ready in the tub I enter feeling the warm water easing my muscles.

I do my daily routine before walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body stopping below my butt.