It had been a long time. Wonder why am I starting over? Because I choose to. When you can see neither head nor tail of things, that's when you decide to take a step backward, getting out of the line in order to make sense of things. It felt like being injected with anesthesia everytime you were eased from the pain. Numbing ; then it resumed all over again once the effect had worn out. The problem with me is that I care too much. The problem with you is that you take things for granted. Do you know what was the saddest part of it all? You didn't fight for it, at all. As if nothing, not any of it was even worth fighting for.