smile, because you know what's coming.
a dozen rounds later i finally arrive at the same spot i got on. strangely familiar, and i know it's time to get off. it's been hell of a ride with some very good lessons learnt.

three semesters ago it was a lesson on obsession and a walk on the wild side. two semesters ago it was a lesson on how fucked up people can be. last semester a lesson on how people's characters never change.
now, i'm learning to walk away when it's time.

it's not a fairytale world, it's just different from the one you live in.

we create reality. it only becomes fantasy when people decide they cannot live up to it. 'being realistic' has become an excuse for a lack of will to pursue an ideal, to do things the way once considered honourable by the majority.

dad spoke to me this morning about mom, and perhaps it's time to focus on the things that truly matter.