No end to the lengths

I took a risk. I boarded. I cried the whole way there...this being a bad idea overtaking my thoughts. I arrived. I waited. I stared at the empty hallways, I waited in the cold and I, impatiently, continued waiting. I bit my fingernails. I stared at my phone for a sign. I boarded again. I cried the whole way back. Not from sadness, but from embarrassment. The tears only signified how I brought this upon myself. But now that I’m fully awake and aware of my actions, I am not hurt. I feel good, not the idea of feeling good, but genuinely feeling good. I did it and I learned from it. I'm okay, and I know this, the pain expected from the aftermath never really came, and that's what really matters.