i just couldn't believe it, so i had to do that. and i failed all over again with a U grade. this hurdle that i can't jump over, no wind strong enough to sail me over. but this is all that's left of me; left with me. now i live day to day w all that's left, that's barely sufficient to live in a conscious state of mind. sedated or retarded, nothing's changed. e same horrors replay themselves and e same trauma grips me just as tightly as ever. there's nowhere i can escape, no way i can. i can almost hear my death instincts calling, they just get louder each passing moment; and it never stops. i never fail to ask myself what on earth did i do to deserve what i got, questions that i may never find answers to.
some things are just meant to be lost.
some are destined not to be yours.
where do i begin?
how do i even begin?