My arms fought off the fire that was burning from deep within.
This had been a stupid mistake.
Why was I so cheap? All for the cost of just less than £30, I could’ve done this in one go. But no I had to do that whole cut my nose of to spite my face song and dance and here I was struggling.
I wasn’t hurting anyone but myself. I didn’t know why I did things like this.
My great grandma said I had the stubborn gene in me. Just like my dad.
But I was nothing like him. Nothing at all.
I wiped the sweat away that was forming on my forehead, with the hand attached to the arm carrying the lightest bag.
I was nearly there. Nearly at my destination and I could drop all these bags and relax.
It may have seemed silly to others. But it was a triumphant achievement to me.