shit happens.
not only that, it keeps happening.
it's appalling, how i scramble for signs of hope, only to be disappointed, or devastated no less.
perhaps it's a time i sieve out everithing but the negatives.
i reap wad i sow.
imaginations go wild at a time like this.
the manifest content of cynical tots blow the mind away.
too pessimistic, too many things, too emotional.
now it's late for regret.
undeserving, selfish.
wadz hand in hand, till the end?
i need a translation.
meanwhile, let me enjoy all this shit.