Perhaps

It's one of those days that I get all too disoriented. Life has been a shot down at destiny and I feel that I am going through hell and back again. I hate the heat. While I live and breathe pressure, I feel that I am standing on the edge of forever, and the past lurking like ghosts from behind.

It's always like that. I appear unperturbed and docile but the truth is I am weak. My body aches from every core and all these stuff weakens me.

Perhaps a week's off would suffice. Perhaps, quitting is a viable option now. Perhaps, cold - blooded murder is the answer. Perhaps...