How do we know when we are truly desperate? A lot of times i came across me, and others, undergoing that moment of tense and willingness to just fuck everything and be gone with it. Yet, 2 minutes later, we just cool off and start giving excuses to our own selves, and justifying to our own ass on why we can still give it another chance.
We practically lose to our ourselves.
It’s a weighing between “i wanna get the fuck out of his situation” and “am i really will be able to bear that alternative?” - constant doubt of what we might not be able to do in order to survive.
It’s hard. But in desperation, i mean, REAL desperation, there won’t even be any time for this kind of blog post?
Hm.....
//alak