It’s going to get pretty hard for the both of us, starting from this point onwards.
I don’t know why, but I just have a feeling. This feeling. Bad feeling.
I don’t know. I’m too quick to change, sometimes. I wish I could be a little more easily defined than this. But, no.
It’s rather hard, to keep it going. But I really wish that it’ll be easier.
This malaise is starting to kick in, I’m neither sure if it’s a spur of the moment, or an epileptic lethargy.
Out of the frying pan, into the fire.