Thirteen hours to go. I have no clue what the next year is going to bring by. One can only hope to have things one's been missing, or craving. Where one might not defer from constantly hoping from having their dreams fulfilled, while deep down we all know that it's never going to happen. So I'm just going to wait, wish and hope. So, when you lose everything, the how and the why do not make sense. They don't matter.
And I'm now tired of being unreasonable and unstable.