Petty

Girls are petty, indeed. I'm trying to erase the grudge in my heart, expel that bitter spleen, but I can't seem to help it, pointless as it may be.

She hopped onto a rollercoaster, and enjoyed the thrill of the wind in her face, as it sped up along the straight track. Then it spiralled into a black tunnel, and she got scared. After what seemed like eternity, she saw the light at the end of that pitch darkness... and what lay ahead were more tracks, up, then down, up and down again, up, up, down, down... she no longer raises her hands free in the air, but clutches on tightly, wondering if there'd be any more black tunnels...

If a genie would grant me just one wish, I'd ask for eternal peace in my heavy heart.