HANGING.

SO HISTORY repeated itself again. But does it matter now? NO. Thank you for everything. It was stupid of me to expect. I mean, come on, the answers were laid in front of me—before my very eyes but I let my stubbornness get in my way—blurring everything, making things even more complicated. Okay. So it’s my FAULT. MINE. ALONE. Not denying it. I WON’T. cause it’s USELESS. And I don’t wanna go round the bush. It’s tiresome having to repeat myself over and over again—like some pirated CDs. There’s no point explaining. It’s ALL MY FAULT—and nobody else’s. I’m SORRY. And THANK YOU. For leaving me hanging here. In mid-air. With no one to talk to. No one to understand. No one but me.