I was taking a break from studying and I stole some glances at this acquaintance's blog. I have no idea what made me read his blog but I just needed to read some good and engaging stuff.
And some of his past entries just kinda made me realise, my sense of foreboding is actually freakishly accurate. Its just this unexplanable strange feeling when I read about someone's life (even though I kinda know nuts about the other party and reading about other people's lives are just an excuse to pass up doing boring stuff like studying), I just had this questioning voice telling me, "Hey, what if this is gonna happen to you?" Yea, the "What ifs". And its deja vu, really. In retrospect, I think I might end up being the "she" in his story. The girl with the better suit at Poker and just completely shattered the other party's high hopes of winning. And other unsuspecting parties are just equally shocked and saddened at the outcome of the entire game.
and it feels like crap everytime I think of the aftermath.
When decisions are easy to make but hard to execute. Just take it from my hands and place it in Yours.
(Diving post below)
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