If i could find a purpose.
I realised one thing, i always do things halfway, when i am about to get done or that thing/someone is within reach, i give up, its like the purpose to carry on just puff up into vacuum. I am just a quitter.P.S Sometimes i wonder, am i treating it like a game, its like a kid's ego, like a challenge accepted. I think i am just warped, to the brink of being scary. Yeah, i cringe at my own warped thoughts. I am trying to steer away from this but it gets addictive. And then when its the way i wanted it, my balls shrink and all over it goes, this is when i am an asshole, and its really scary.
THE CHASE. ITS SCARY. IT CONSUMES YOU.
That explains why.
