Smells Like Panic, Tastes Like Morphine.

It has been a really difficult and painful week. Relationship strains, quarrels, morally-challenging issues and whatnots. The general consensus is that: Why carry on doing something, if you are not happy doing it? / Because it is that difficult to make the right decision. Sometimes, the best thing to do is to give it all up. If things turn out ugly, whose fault is it then?

And also, doing what you want to do versus doing what is expected of you. You don't get everything in the world, you cannot have the best of both worlds. Sacrifice is necessary at times, despite how painful it gets. When you know that the time is up, you've got to let it go. Let it all go, with no regrets. And it's seriously super hard to find someone to talk to, is there anyone out there?!

This long weekend shall be a good opportunity to escape, recover and reflect. Thank goodness for this holiday, or I'll just seriously break down from all this build-up. It's like a series of unfortunate events that just keep coming. Seriously, why now?