It’s a different thing to be pushed into something and totally different to impale yourself headfirst on a whim. I do the latter and then regret. Sadly, self pity can’t last for more than three hours, such is the case now that I have forced myself not to revel in my own misery. As some colorful person in my life put it – one must certainly get fed up of swimming in one’s own shit at some point. Okay, I stop.


Random life update: The guy I almost fell for until things got awkward since I was about to turn into a second option. Good that I stopped. Good thing I suppose.