master of the game..

just came from the war.. i have bumps and bruises, but nothing serious, just a broken arm.
i would never thought i would make it alive. but here i am breathing. my defense mechanism worked. and i'm wondering why i'm not feeling well.. i know it would be tragic if i died and too impossible that i won't get hurt so, i guess, this is pretty normal.

back to square one. again.

i can say i have mastered the game.. but i didn't know it feels this way. i have chosen this path and this feeling is better than before.. i would have never survived without this.

i'm not sure if i'm still waiting for something to turn out soon. but i've already closed the books, ended the chapters. starting a new one? not yet sure with that. i know i was six months overdue.. and it didn't last long. but i guess this time it will.

square one feels like home, when everybody else treats it like shit.

i'm fine again.. just needed time to be alone and writing.. posting crappy stuff and so..

haay.. deep breaths at last..

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