The line that divides good from evil.
The line that divides right from wrong.
But..
Where is the line that divides my sanity from the depths of the evolutions of insanity?

The past few weekend has again left me in doubts. Plenty of doubts. I've been doing things for a good five minutes and right at the dot of that five minutes, I pulled back. So that left me wondering what do I really want? This questions has haunt me for like a decade.
Yes, right from when I'm ten.
We'll come back to this questions later.

I can only recall what happened last week. And it isn't even somewhere near pleasant. I got my saturday burned just because I trusted someone who nobody would have trusted. Damn. They kept saying "Give em some yellow ribbon will'ya?" And I did. And I got slaughtered. Mercilessly.
For that night I trembled. Not out of fear but out of anger. Frustations. An agression inhibitor. I stayed alone in bunk while every other went back home. Even those who were suppose to join me went out for the night.
At that moment, that split second, I was alone.
I didn't turn on the lights for the lights hurts my eyes.
So in the dark I sat on the floor.
Crossed legged. Deep breath down my lungs.
I cursed.
"How many more rotten people do I have to meet?"
The following day came and go and before I knew it, Sunday has come. I was on the bus with John when the topic of what are we gonna do after NS came up.

I've always wanted to be a teacher much to everyone's surprise. That can only come true if I were to put in a hundred and one percent in it. But being never had put it everything that I've got into anything before, it can only be afterall a dream.

My life seems to be an old, old country song.
Its soothing to the ears.
But can never keep up with time.