i fought with someone dear to me today. and it wasn't really as bloody and messy as i expected it to be. just two people casually telling each other things that were long kept and bottled up. some things i sad i didn't want to say; others, i intended.

what little hope of a normal life i wanted to have is slowly becoming a wild goose chase. i'm afraid that the chase might be in its last few laps. and what am i left with if things continue to be as they are?

nothing. noone.