Where the wind decides to blow me.

Do you ever believe in the innate goodness of people?

That no matter how bad they seem to be and try to look like, eventually, that sense of enthusiasm and vigor for idiotic youth will soon die out and take its form in a mature sense? That time will come and they will gradually have a sense of the things that are important to them? I don't know. These questions linger in my mind for the longest time now. I doub that I'll ever come up with answers.

In the plethora of young people today, I bet that only a few are deemed to take life seriously. True, there are teensters who are so achieved and empowered that they can pass for this generation's role models. But even if, the majority still choose to delve into matters that are so unworthwhile and are so a waste of time. In short, they'd rather choose to have fucked up lives than having real and serious ones without putting into compromise their youthfulness and all the fun.

This thing has haunted me for a while now.

Yes. What a preamble. I guess what I really want to say is this: I can't wait until forever for him to come back to me. Whaaaat? Don't object. I don't care what other people think because it's only me who knows where I can truly be happy. That place is definitely not without him.

Funny thing is, I realized just some hours ago that I want to stop taking a hike now. I just want to lay back and rest; wait for him to ever want to take the hike with me. For now, it's looking forward to my life back. I was looking at the situation clearer than before when I came home this evening. Then I thought about it, became a bit messed up again. Okay. Whatever. I think I'll just stick with the earlier scenario.

At some point, I'm going to get tired and just stop whatever it is that I'm doing. I feel that that certain point is now.

Sorry.