There is a battle, I know, between the desperation of wanting to express myself and the knowledge that as far as my vision allows me to see, it's pointless. At the end, there is only the choice of ignoring those urges. When you see past all the "what-ifs", you can only learn to accept. And at a time like this, you choose to better yourself from it or walk away in despair.

There's so little that keeps me going, but I guess... at the very least there is still hope, right?

Every now and then I think I'm finally growing stronger. But when the storm hits somehow I feel weaker than ever. The failures run on replay, and the regrets envelop all that I can think about; but most of all, what strangles my heart is the uncertainty of the road ahead hovers and it won't go away.