After 2 AM

Nothing good happens.

I'm sorry, I can't stop myself from being bothered by some small detail that I have no right to be bothered about. I didn't know it would prick. I didn't know it will catch my attention. I didn't know.

And yeah, at this moment, I have no one to talk to. Everyone is sound asleep. And me, dwelling to the words I heard just a few hours ago. I SHOULD understand. I SHOULD let it go. But a part of me says, I don't want to. A part of me says, do something.

I have no one to talk to because even if my friends are awake, I don't know how to tell them. It's me fighting myself inside and I think, no one else could understand that. And that, that person is a friend.

Why am I so worried? Maybe I'm still shocked. Or maybe, I'm not really quite comfortable yet to this kind of situation and telling myself to get over it might take some more time.

This is it. pansit. I don't want to get involved. I don't want to be caught in the middle of it. I just cannot.

Anyway, most likely I'm just caught by my feelings because it is after 2AM.

And nothing good happens after 2 AM.