I. Will. Learn. To put. My thoughts. Into words.
Events are over, finally. What seems to be just right for a good break was just abt to take its toll when things took a turn. Merde happens, people say. Well I say they forgot the word ALWAYS.
Hiding definitely ain't my game. It's as if the ticking minutes degenerate my shell by bits. It won't be too long when the shell-less crustacean gets exposed right in front of your face.
Thing is, the guilt is kicking in for the wrong choice made on saturday
Are You Ga(me)?, 7:06 PM.