As I remain to be in a bit of a pickle recently, well
there is no right time to make up for some things. So confused with all the
actions I got and yet the words tagged with it is a big oxymoron making my jaw
plummeted in this incredulity.
The moment where you have mustered guts to put halt
into something but the ever playfully despicable fortune will undeniably not be
at your side. Darn epic fail once more leaving you more exasperated as the days
passed.
Life’s realism is sometimes dejected; it is indeed true
that reality bites. Fairly enough that each and every one deserves an
explanation which we owe to them, it just so happen that maybe timing is
questionably unjustifiable so shutting your mouth and being idle will do for
now. In doing this, there will be consequences that you need to pay. Nothing in
this world of cruelty will let you pass for free. It’s either the odds will be
in your favour (which I doubt very impossible) or forever silence will put
everything to waste. Either, you all lose in the end.
*Entry for September 3 | 178 days to go*
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