The End
From the first moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew that there will be trouble. Such a perfect fit for my shattered soul, perplexity of that thought overwhelms me. I knew that deep down inside, trouble is brewing. Yet I ignored it, and pushed on. It was like..fate is tempting with me. So many opportunities have been laid out in front of me. I would be a fool not to have taken it.
"No, no..you shouldn’t take this chance, it can only lead in pain and sorrow for you," my brain tells me.
"You should take this opportunity, if it’s fated to be then it is fated to be," said my heart.
Normally, the brain overrules the heart, but logics have been thrown out from the equation. Despite all logic, despite knowing that it would end up in misery for me, I pursued. Stupidity? Perhaps. But what I was thinking is more in line.. like it’s like a risk. You can either be absolutely happy or devastatingly sad. And it’s a risk that I am willing to take. Besides, I’ve hit rock bottom before. What do I have to lose, right? One thing that I am good at in the past is self sabotaging, and it won’t happen again. The decision was made by the heart, but the follow through, for the first time ever for me, will be done by the brain.
Wow, such an expression of the heart. Didn’t know that I have such feelings. I thought I was a cold blooded killer, like a Hitman or something. I always thought I would end up like Archimides you know, who was about to slit his wrist in the bath tub for the miserable life that he had , exactly like the Roman does anyway, just before he discovered the Principle of Displacement of Mass. Wait a minute, that can’t be right. They haven’t invented razors back then. And everyone knows that razors owned if you are planning to execute "across the highway". Knives are for wussy.
