it began as all bad days do:

i roll out of bed, hastily put on my clothes, and refuse to eat any breakfast suggestions. i hastily get on the bus and hastily hug an old friend. i hastily pick at a cold bagel and hastily drag myself into the classroom. everything i do, i do hastily. i have to hesitate. i have to resist.

but i didn't. i didn't hesitate or resist to call out an answer. i didn't hesitate or resist to rip my poster off the wall, that was on display without my permission. i didn't hesitate or resist when i screamed at my lover to shut up. and i don't regret a thing.

i walked away. she made a pout, and hastily cleaned up her mess i yelled at her many times to clean. she hastily threw away the papers she used to clean it. she hastily walked in to mobil and bought a drink. she hastily texted me "i want to break up." she hastily broke down and cried in front of everyone.

and i was merrily eating my lunch and drinking an energy drink, merrily chatting with my friends. and i merrily checked my phone and merrily responded "i already did, were you not aware?" i had hastily broken up with her a few days before, but i suppose she didn't listen.

well as i merrily walked to the park, enjoying my ice cream with my friends, my ex lover was hastily walking to the food shop and hastily bringing her friends along.

and that, was the best day i've ever lived.