Just got back from an absurdly early breakfast with a friend.. and being probed into thinking thoughts I would normally try to avoid, because they're negative in the view of the world. Somehow, this past period of time has shown that the world is detrimental; we are all pieces of the same puzzle unsolved, placed in wrong aspects at times, placed right but not held together, or placed right but removed in doubt. I think, even though times may be testing, life will present itself in the queerest of ways to you, no matter how deep your hole may be dug. There is always a reason to live, if not, there's always a reason not to die. We are human, there is always that little.. something. I don't know how big it may turn out to be, or how insignificant. But, there's always.. something.
Miracles happen every day.
15/10/1989, into fast cars, black/silver/grey, good foie gras, poker, a degenerate gambler. Hooked on appealing visuals and in love with the world's most retarded poker player, Lance.