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 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 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 but