The point of no return
I write usually when I'm feeling emotional, but I guess that moment's come to pass. I've not been feeling myself lately. Everything felt like havoc and I was stuck right in the middle of the tornado with no means of escape. Too many things happening to me at once, physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually. I was tired, and I'm still far from recovery. Throughout these few months, ever since the new semester started, I'd only just come to the realization that not all humans are good people. In fact, good people don't really exist, because everyone has a dark side to them, it all only depends on whether or not they decide to show it to you. Including me, but I was too naiive to still believe that such people do exist. They turn out to be only a figment of my imagination. Under every movement, every decision, every sentence... there's always this underlying motive behind them. Or a hidden knife. Or gun. I'd bee...