The deadline is falling nearer and I must say that I'm pretty darn glad that it is.
I haven't been a good associate nor a good friend not because I don't want to.
Possibly, I, subconsciously ignored my morality and went on to be an evil parasite, a grim.
Yes, I could've easily ignored petty matters and concentrated on what mattered most.
But it's just my god damn nature to fall to the pessimistic side.
I chose to inject disagreement and disconnection beneath my own skin and I didn't care if my name shall one day bear the responsibility of being a truly futile human.
I didn't need this. I'd rather be lost with myself, I'd rather crack my head alone.
At least I'll die with a happy heart and not with a sorrowful fuck face.
At the very beginning, the idea was so sounding that I wow-ed genuinely. But there's something called the ugly truth whereby you discover the other side to the wow-ing. Which means, the wow is not so wow-able anymore. I was exasperated but then again, it was better than the other one suggested. Sucks the life out of me. It's like being beside a radioactive device. You're dying, but you don't know it. Yet.

Making the right choices are important, so choose wisely.
One wrong choice can screw your fury pink ass pretty hard.

But it's a total different matter when you didn't even get to choose in the first place.
I didn't make this choice, it made me.