I hope to get out of this mess called me soon. The implications are driving me insane. It's not exactly where I want to be, seriously. No matter how cool I am with everything, this is not one place I want to be at. And I am praying as hard as I can that I don't end up there.

You know what makes life this complicated and screwed up. All the shite that happens and all the shite that the shite that happened makes happen. Got the drift? Every action has a reaction. And every reaction has a reaction. And it keeps going on and on and on, spinning this ugly web all around you. A web of actions and reactions. It's suffocating me. It's getting me all claustrophobic. And I am wondering what I will do with the web when I want to live life again, the assumption that there will be such a day at some point of time, a result of my shiny optimism. I am wondering. And I don't have an answer.

I want to wake up and see that this was just a bad dream, a nightmare, an unreal nightmare. I cannot take the worry. It's killing me. And I don't want this to be the cause of my death.