It's almost finished. I can see the finish line and I'm slowly running out of options. There's one last thing I could try, but if I do I could lose everything, I could lose everyone...
They say desperate times call for desperate measures and I'm as desperate as one can get. I know what I have to do, and I think I have enough strength to do it. It's kinda funny actually. If I look back at everything, it's as if my past has been some sort of training for what I have to do now. I hate it. I hate the fact that things seem so obviously connected. That every action has a reaction. That everything supposedly happens for a reason. I hate it with every fiber of my being...
Yet because of it, I realise what must be done. I hope that one day they'll forgive me and see things from my perspective. It's probably too much to ask for, but still you never know, I might have underestimated them. Either way, I'm giving it my all. Sacrifices be damned. Sometimes you just have to do what you have to do. No matter the consequences...
