History repeats itself and I hate being sad. I really detest this horrible feeling that bores deep into my gut. heat flushes and jittery fingers. memories that continuously play in sleep. there's not escape from the inevitable - the talk.
countless possibilities and avenues lie ahead, but I always end up with this. This time round, all my cards are played. where does this bring me to?
fear and sadness steer us towards a tortuous route that better ourselves. not for me. It seems like I have never been on this route and am still trapped in this labyrinth of bullshit for years. well, this is me expecting the worst.
the guys are always there and they do live up to it. that, I am really appreciative of. same goes to the family. never have i felt short of assistance when i'm in need of it and i have to give it to these two groups.
alright, i'm done for now.
