on the brink of uncertainties, yet again. and frankly speaking, not entirely sure why uncertainties should even exist, but feeling it anyway. lack of self-definition or lack of wanting certain person to 'self-define-self' could be the case, but there is more to that. or is there? could one just feel uncertainties on a bad day? or is there a deeper, more rooted cause of it all? there is so much in this world that doesnt belong to yours truly. yearning for freedom or to be reborn again. self loathing always on the brink of the horizon, on the brink of breaking one down.

all in all .. the day, though still young, has already brought on multitudes of despair. with the amassing academia, rushing towards in a deluge of paperstacks and codes that are unbreakable, finding self drowning in it all. with anxiety and anticipation, still waiting for the one news that could make, or break this worthless life in this tiny pinpricked world. with frustration and distrust, await for the uncertainties to be broken down and defeated.

bad days are stressful on one peacekeeper. but is peace what one should keep?