Cometh the man, cometh the hour

Ah, the desolation of it all. This barren space that I have yet to beautify once more. With the tragic words patching the life stories up once again.

Just as I thought id've won, victory was just a mirage. This tug-o-war between those in authority and those in love. My victory only seemed to have been there, not anymore. Not anytime this soon, not anytime like now.

I'm just, not good enough. For them. But to them, its, for you.

Dont even get me started on college pressure. The deprivation of sleep. The pseudo-willingness is as poisoning to the mind. Dead-ends aplenty when I'm magically getting work done.

For those wondering, I'm fine. Apart from a few life-battle scars, I'm as good as before. Only more sceptical and hateful towards everyone else. But i'm good, letting go of the surplus to requirements pretty easily now, learning to release physical attachments is a long process, but crucial in the long run.

Sleep time is may I stress, very very very important.

Jinny