How is it that every time I get on the right track I seem to endanger myself, stab myself in the back with a big-ass pain in the ass, piece of a-hole? I seem to always forget the fact that last time I deserved better, last time I was the one getting that treatment and always do the same, do everything all over again and again. Same shitty think that I said I would never do again I see myself doing, but I still don't stop while I realize it's wrong. Well, this time all that those seem like someone else's memories. I still like the wrong guy, the wrong activity, the wrong path, I still don't know what I'm going to do next and still have this feeling that I'm not seeing something. What could it be? Confusing, right?! Well, everyday for the last summer week was the same: What should I do? Should I take the same train as ever and end up in known places or explore the unknown path and see where it takes me? Should I risk for the better or just stay the same, keep doing the same mistake? F*CK, F*CK, F*CK!!!