What if
what ifs in life really has its perk of screwing the moment. you don't know what's wrong but every time you bumped with this fucked up time, in which, you have to contemplate on yourself, and everything that happened to you is like a serial killer that is just wandering on the pavements of your street waiting to shoot you by the time you set off two meters away your house. you just don't get it, every time this infamous serial killer wandered you was always there, and here he came with his new gun waiting to shoot you.
the point is you've contemplated with WHAT IFS so many times and yet it's weird to have different WHAT IFS every friggin time. it's like telling you that you were so dumb and you still are so dumb... you didn't figure to ask all WHAT IFS at the same time.
but hey, you're so fed up. you confronted the little bloody bastard and said SCREW YOU, coz clearly you have a life to live.













