20 Ocak 2010, Çarşamba
saat: 09:17
I brought this unto myself.
This makes no sense. No. None. Nothing. Nil. Nada.
There is only certain option and that is failure and a spectacular one at that. Success, whose definition at this point is pretty flawed too, is only a possibility.
And I am going for it because I have got no respect for myself.
I left all those at the door, apparently. It's not masochism. That even at least has a point; you go out of your way to inflict pain on yourself. I'm more about just injecting more and more unknowns into my life whereas I think ambiguity is the root of all evil and the biggest poison for a savory mind.
