Multiple sighs.

Today's gothic paper isnt too promising. Looks like im really gonna be condemned to hell. Even purgatory wont accept me now. Farewell.

Cant wait for the end of tomorrow - the end of all 2 years of agony and misery, and all the dreadful anticipation for the final resolution that's been bugging us ever since. But yet, a step closer to tomorrow means drawing nearer to the sealing of my fate, my doom. Nothing else after tomorrow can ever deliver me from eternal damnation. Urgh.

If only life wasnt so realistic or practical. If only we could live out and realise our dreams, our ideals. If only our hopes werent chained to the prospect of potential. If only, if only...