We suck, we really do. Well, I do anyway. It's just so frustrating sometimes, you know? The more I leave, the more I want to stay and the more I stay, the more I want to leave. Really, how fucked up is that? But I'm not the only one, I know that now. Sadly, it's probably too little, too late. But somehow I still believe in new beginnings, even though I've never really had one before. Peace is a lie, there is only passion and through it we gain strength, then power, then victory. And in the end our chains are broken and we are set free...
I have a story to tell and I've started writing it. Who knows if I'll ever finish. But so far, the process has been liberating, even more so, than this thing that is not a blog. And maybe one day I'll share it with the rest of the world, which probably won't give a crap. But nonetheless, I do it for myself, for my freedom and my heart. Maybe one day, I might just repair it...
