rain...are the gods crying?

It all ended. It's supposed to be a beautiful week... my mum came to visit; everything's going well; I was happy. But it just had to happen. I was too tired... too exhausted to continue anymore. It was almost like the San Andreas fault. Two plates constantly rubbing against each other. Every other day, there's a build-up of tension. Finally, one of them gave way. *earthquake*

I don't know. Am I too scared to walk the same trail again? Am I to be blamed for having no guts? I don't wanna think... I don't wanna think about it anymore. All I plead is for a break... for me to rest.