Sometimes when fate keeps putting up crossroads, its just best to give up and move on. Now I tell myself this, and I hear myself saying this – but do I listen? Hell no, I go on, impulsive as usual and make new mistakes in the same situation. Lies, lies and more lies.


Regret. No.


Expectations, expectations. I wish you knew. If you thought I was abstract before, check out today’s post. Sleep. I had tons today, though I crave more. Drag on my eyelids, drag them shut. Sleep shut my lips, shan't say those words.


Sleep, wrap your tempestuous tendrils, engulf me in the black unconscious, so I needn't think anymore, needn't see anything I don't wish to and needn't ponder that very question repeatedly.


I've picked the phone up, only to set it down every single time. I wish the best for you, tears last night in a drunken stupor held truth. A phone call to break a heart; heartache, heartbreak, heart stay strong. I wish for strength now, upon that star, the star that started it all.


Going through the motions of living, sweet death at my lips, yet take a sip I shan't. Pull through this as I have every other ordeal. First time on this end of the spectrum, harder than ever to comprehend, yet it helps to understand past mistakes of others; the tempting call of the forbidden.

Eve tempted, and now so am I. Is the lack of self-control inherent to women? Now as I leave you to ponder this, I shall go watch the apprentice.

Cya loses.

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Just a question: Should i just trust fate?