Too Much

I guess I started with too many missions, too little ammunition.

Too many thoughts on my mind these days.

I guess I tried to be the Titan of Atlas, and now I find the world almost crashing down almost every other day. My shoulders hurt.

There is too much I've been carrying with me. Why can't I just learn to live and let live? Who am I to judge people, before I judge myself? Who am I to criticise others' doings, when I know that someday, somehow, I might just see myself in them, like I just did.

Where is the spirit that took me throught the various killer "roller-coaster", SEOC runs? Where is that which made me stand up for my beliefs during Stingray?

I face the flag tower almost every single day, especially from SCI. And during night jogs.

Afterthoughts : But within this period, really glad that many people have stood by me, and friends who didn't seem so close initially emerged during the darkest days and hours. And although the main comm ain't that closely bonded, always glad to have moo and swarmz around to clear the blues. Thank you! =)

Much much more that I want to type about, but, too tired now, physically and mentally.

Right now, I just have to get on with the fight. Shut my trap.