Narrow streets of cobblestone...

I have decided that despite what it may seem, and despite what history has taught me, things will work out in my favour - just this once. I will jinx it, and I will overly talk about it, yet still it shall come to be as I have wished it since the beginning of dawn. I demand that I get what I want, and I am not backing down, not one bit, not even for a second. I'll see the heavens tremble, and the mighty gates shatter as my roaring cry reaches it. There are no more excuses. No more doubt or fear. There is nothing left to hide, to hold back, to remorse over. The time has come to stop analysing it, and simply let it come as it may. No more silly attention seeking or desperate acts for approval. I don't need anyone, not anyone at all telling me how my life is supposed to look like, what path to take and which ones to abandon. I am a bull in a china shop, and destroying everything I hold of value has never given me pause. I am the mighty pretender. The love of your life. The one that got away. I am all those things. I am the forever wanderer. The always almost boy. A man stuck together, yet torn apart.