It's a matter of time, of minutes and seconds, of days, of months and years. Shall I wait for an end or shall I let the end wait?

I shall begin with an end in mind and if I do not reach that end, at least I know I've got options.

There isn't much to say, because the drama remains the sole drama and the purpose remains missing.

Focking is fucking fun.

August and September BETTER be good, because I'm betting my life, my dignity and my pride on it. May I win this internal bet. (:

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