"I create my luck. I make my own fate."

Unfortunately, time for me to eat my words.

Intriguing how I can't escape.

Bound by morals, obligations and a certain damning reliance,

Of course one may point to those and claim, that those are qualitative attributes.

Well, in all fairness, they are indeed qualitative.

But, it will take a whole shit lot of stupidity, and ruthlessness to do it.

Sometimes i'm so envious.

Sometimes it becomes jealousy.

I don't know.

But sometimes I also wonder, why is it that every time when I feel at my lowest,

something will happen to lift my spirits up?

Is it that the cycle of life finds a kick in giving me false hope?

Or is it just another way to fortify my resilience to stress and despair?

Sadly, nobody sees things from a similar perspective as me.

Understand me?

Hahaha. its okay. I already gave up hope on finding someone to understand me.

Just co-exist with me, and please don't fuck me over.

And your already a very good friend to me already.