Friday

Day. 2

What a peculiar predicament it is when you stop trying to set goals at every new calendar year. You stop trying to convince yourself, that things will finally turn around this time. 

This time it'll be different.
This time wasn't like the last time.
Because the last time wasn't like the time before.
Strange isn't it, when last time actually was right now.

The course of action, I think would be wise is to wing it.
Swallow your pride, suck it up. Pray and hope any decision would be a wise one.
And we know it wasn't. We know it was probably a bad one, but it was probably the best.
Any decision would be the best decision if we convince ourselves enough it was.

Lets hope.

We keep proving ourselves wrong. To a year of mistakes.

Godspeed.