Do not walk around the mall and the park around it on a sunday night.
Should these days and weeks and months that I have been through turn into years? and will those years of sadness and abandonement and loneliness lead up to something extaordinary and beyond belief? will all of these culminate into something that will ultimately define my existence? Or will this be the true meaning of my life? Am I to be the bearer of such sadness and aloneness? Is that supposed to be my niche in this world? If that is so, if my life is meant to be that way, then I do not think this life is worth living.
