As usual, every sip that i take and go to drink i know that iam threading towards disaster's brink. About me, i don’t have even the slightest care as i know that life, for me, will go nowhere. As usual, every sip that i take and go to drink about why something’s happened, it is yet to sink. Though i knew that i was always destined for strife i felt somewhere there would some happiness in life. As usual, every sip that i take and go to drink some incidents to happen, I am unable to get the link. Then why did that GOD, someone, he thought and sent so that about my feelings i sit back, write and vent. As usual, every sip that i take and go to drink many of my shortcomings, comes back as i think. The more i contemplate, it makes me to brood as more than one occasion i had been rude.
Just because you love somebody with everything you have, doesn’t mean they have to love you back.