When It Sucks, It Sucks.

I won Peter Pan tickets pala. I checked my other mail today, it was for January 14. It's the reason for my superficial sadness. I missed an opportunity of a lifetime. I could've been there enjoying my fairytale. But I lost that chance. What a metaphor.

My other sadness is waaaay deeper. I cannot begin to describe the pain that I'm feeling. The hardest thing to do is to do the right thing. Or in my case, to be proper. To put myself in a proper perspective. I'm not selfless. I'm not a martyr. The pain is more real now than before. It's a stabbing spree. It's like i sold a lot of knives to be stabbed over and over again. It's the kind of pain that not only paralyzes you and stops but it goes into your soul, mind and it is felt even when you're asleep.

I did the right thing. But why does it feel like karma came back to me ten-fold and lost track of my good deeds?