Retraction

History does repeat itself, the same old patterns.

In some ways, it's a retraction to the past. In every way, it's a retraction to myself. I feel like I'm in control again. Pretty much everything going on these days has left me quite frustrated and discontent. But you know, last week I was sad and the week before, even depressed. Now I'm hopeful.

I'll admit that I don't care much for suburbia. I'd rather live in a busy city or a quaint little village where you can walk everywhere. Not this: an 80km trek in each direction every day. If this week weren't the last week I have to do this, I would've surely died.

And although I'm sure to want to kill myself before the week is over - you see, he will be back tomorrow badmouthing me in Mandarin right in my face and breathing down my neck to try and get me to accomplish the impossible - Friday's only 3 days away and I can't help but smile at the burst of energy I feel lately, all grâce à... well, you... whom I, in my haste, had discarded, a diamond.