I am not really convinced how many more days that I need to wake up and rush out in a hurry. I believe life should be filled with something that is more meaningful. Living to take care of people I love is such a recent discovery even though I should have thought about it a century back. Now my days are numbered for every single thing I have. I realized I don't have much time left but who's going to be aware of it at the same time as I do or do people really care?
I have no mood to go to a place that I once was so addicted to and there are a million excuses not to present there. I have to focus on my project and I give it 365 days left to break free seriously. I cannot live with it any longer -- don't really know if things are getting worse or I have much less patience. I still need to carry on. 364 days left already ... And counting
