I got one unfinished post stored in my draft. Entitled 'You just don't know what I made of.' and created about a month ago. I spend an hour thinking what was it actually about. Unfortunately, nothing comes out.
You know, in life, there's a time when you felt like the whole universe were against you. When everything you do seem like a crime to others. A single scratch on the door could create such noise that every eyes will stare you to death. Fuck.
I never condemned others who've made mistake during their previous day. Because I was too afraid of being one. Someday.
Yeah. I might not a-selfish-backstabber-type-of-friend today, but in three years time, when my boss decided that it is more appropriated to kick my closest friend out of the team so that the team can perform even better; engineered a better future for my family, I can't promised you I won't. Sorry.
Or I might now enjoying my time of being the sweet and cute nerdy guy in class, waiting for some random girl called and informing me that I have just knocked her up.
Dope. Who knows.
Forget about preparing those umbrella shit. What you need then is you and yourself. Because after all, it's your own fucking world.