monologue ....

• me : this is a disaster, how am i going to come back from this?
• another side of me : okay, i'm just going to ask this.
• another side of me : do you really want to come back from this?
• me : what's that supposed to mean?
• another side of me : your life is killing you, kaf.
• another side of me : and it's killing people around you to watch it killing you.
• another side of me : you like the goat with washcloth, you want it so bad. and every time the world tries to take it away from you, you keep grabbing it.
• another side of me : but you know what?
• another side of me : it's just a washcloth, why you do you even want it?
• me : so what should i do?
• another side of me : you can't design your life like a building. it doesn't work that way.
• another side of me : you just have to live it, and it will design itself.
• me : so, what, i should just do nothing?
• another side of me : no
• another side of me : LISTEN TO WHAT THE WORLD IS TELLING YOU TO DO AND TAKE THE LEAP..
• <and all memory i have just pop up into my head>
• me : this was the year i got left by someone i care.
• me : it was the year i got haunted by crazy bimbo, and she called me arse hole.
• me : the year i got bad result at university.
• me : and damn it if it wasn't the best year of my life.
• me : because, if any one of those things hadn't happened....
• me : i never would have ended up and turned out to be the best life i ever had...
• me : but more importantly, i wouldn't have a great adventure for 21st year i life....