On Getting a Grip

Most things don't usually go your way, unless fate thinks it would be about time. 

Or if you were even worth it.

So things didn't go the way as planned. It sucks, seriously. You get to mope around, asking yourself over and over what went wrong and if by any chance you were to blame at one point.

When you realize that it was about time you said goodbye.

For the one person whom I drew happiness from for merely existing: yes, you will always be a part of me. Undoubtedly. This, I believe is for the best.

So we move on to the next chapter:

I EAT LIKE A PIG WTF.  It's a sick, sad phase. For whatever reason, at some point in time I have to eat as if I haven't eaten for decades. Disgusting. Hahaha. Hello, hormones. ü

For the record, something keeps me happy, for whatever reason, makes me look forward to going to work.

Or should I say someone? Go figure.Ü