30 Eylül 2009, Çarşamba
saat: 07:57
And, once again, I find myself in what I had long been avoiding. It's like a part of me actually wants stuff like this to happen; some form of masochism is going on here.
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I don't even know if it's really making me happy or just frustrated.
Everyone knows about it. Except we are supposed to act otherwise.
And I get only one day in a week.
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The funniest of all is that I've been here before. Pretty much the same shit that happened when I was a freshman.
Oh man, the frigging memories.
Or should I say, oh man, the frigging recurrence.
How the fuck does this shit keep finding me?
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See, it doesn't make sense. It can't be that this stuff happens to me all the time. It's that I put myself in these one way or another.
And you know what's going to happen next?
I'll fuck it up.
