As I look at this pixel-invaded screen, I can't help but wonder. What's gonna happen next? Nothing's certain, that's for sure. I know, I know. I make my own destiny, blah blah. Funny though, because in my stories, Destiny controls everything. Fate is everything. Ha. Charlatan.

...<sigh>

I'm beginning to feel hollow. I can't seem to hold myself together. I can't seem to organize my thoughts. I can't seem to go in a straight line. I'm always off to some sideshow in life's highway, never getting to the main event. This feeling inside of me is like a disease, eating it's way through my dreams, my sense of responsibility, my ability to appreciate. To be honest though, I'm not alien to this feeling. I know I've been here before. I've faced the same dilemma and I know very well that unconsciously, I found a sword to cut through that Gordian Knot. Else, why am I here? That being the case, I've given myself questions that present no solution: How long will I have endure this? And will I ever get out?

Christ. I'm a tragedy waiting to happen.