I don't know if it's just a bad case of the Monday's, or if my subconscious was just down, irritable, and flat out self-defeatist today.
It's difficult never knowing if each choice that you make is the right one. And at times, it's impossible to have the foresight to predict the best move.
Why can't life be straight forward? predictable? or even just fair?
I guess I have to blame all the recent (but amazing) emo things that I have been witnessing lately - 'Rise of The Planet of the Apes', 'Hunger Games', 'Skyscraper',etc. - which all tell the story (in their own way) of how much letting someone into your heart more often than not ends in it getting broken.
ugh.
'You can take everything I have, you can break everything I am...
Like I'm made of glass, like I'm made of paper...'
