Being back at work was exhausting. My minor cold made the day go by even slower. For some reason, waking up was the hardest part of my day. I would think so since I've been spending my nights playing video games.
Was it a mistake to have done anything? One says that things look normal, but my thought process is on a completely different page. I find myself speechless. There are so many times when I just want to blurt out all the things, but all the moments and chances offered are always taken away. I've always believed in hope, but I never expected the consequences to be this way.
I was going to erase this entry, but this is how I feel. I have inner conflict. And it SUCKS. I must say what I believe, 'it happens'. Things are done and happen for a reason. The belief in hope seems to be fading and fate has taken its course. If things happen, then they will. As for waiting, I won't. There was a feeling deep inside me that I once believed that it was meant to be. But, this mentality only leaves one in fantasy. I'm crazy to think.
So, I ask again, was it a mistake to have done anything? No. I had the strong urge to make matters awkward, and they are. The move is no longer mine. The only move I could make is from the beginning.
I want to thank my guests for joining me at the Giants game:
Thank you to...
Mom, Dad, Brothers, Ken, Joaquim, Annamay, Carol, Jason, Scott, Boogs, RJ, Dominic, Randy, Tawny, Jonas, Ted, AnDREa, Gerstein, Alan, Ale, Aris, Albert, Irene, Hsi, Rita, Mitch, Camillay, Jerry, Edison, Phil, Monica, Kristine and guest, and Cynthia.