Anyway, just a random thought which flew into my mind (and would not leave this instant)... when do you know what is worth the pain and what is not? What if that very thing I chose to let go was the only thing that ever made sense to me? Just one slip and it simply vanishes. Like magic. To ashes, nothing more. It's such a pity.

But one shall never dwell on the past, not even on yesterday... for it often brings much more longing and pain as opposed to gladness or contentment. At most, one simply feels resigned. To fate. As always. As though it was meant to be. How cliche. I almost literally feel nauseated every time I hear that phrase.

It's all about making choices, crafting your own pathway, isn't it? What do I still not fully comprehend? *pulls hair*

You know what, the best thing to do now is to get off my laptop and zzZzZ