Inject

As I begin to type this, I realise how utterly stripped I am of my language capabilities. I can't help a feeling of nakedness.

Every time I get the urge to re-blog, I get this overwhelming, inexplicable sense of tiredness. Of not having anything good to say. Either that or I seem to be gagged, being utterly unable to explain myself.

Not anymore. I have chosen the path few dare cross. I've chosen to ignore the words of warning from friends and superiors. I've toyed around with my life so much so that I've reached a point of no return. It's either paradise or eternal damnation now. Yet my life's so cheap nowadays it hardly makes a difference. And I know I'll forever be haunted by my decision which has infinite repercussions.

But no matter. What's done is done. I have fully utilised my "burdens" and turned them into enviable "assets". Today marks the turning point, forever changing my life.