I have not been single for this long since 1973. No, its not easy as 1, 2, 3. This is rocket science i tell you. Brain neurons and whatever shit is playing up in my brain. On another note, the saying that we only use 10% of our brains? That's a myth. Put the myth aside, now lets get back to this, pathetic expression of misery.
I came, I'm trying, I'm losing.
This battle of options; floating in the air like eagles, waiting for their preys. It's more like standing on the side of a cliff; a big-ass cliff, in the lands of bad-ass cliff. These raging hormones of mine are boiling inside just like a big-ass active volcano, in the land of big-ass active volcanoes.
Fuck you for not letting me see this earlier. Fuck you for not telling me what i should do. And finally fuck myself for not grasping this fading opportunity to make myself feel good.
Had a good chat with my lecturer over lunch the other day. Surprisingly, he made me think even clearer. He made me see what I have not seen (and should've seen) for so long. Why, why, why have i not acted earlier.
I have been lying to myself since day one. Take note, that that 'day one' is a very specific day in my book.