square one? london. alone. directionless. i've been here before and it's not a good place to be. would prefer hell. just kidding. seems like a personal hell to me.
was riding high in the summer, it was a good time. hadn't felt so happy for a long long time. i was on the top row, almost home. and then the dice came back to me and i rolled a six... and i landed on a snake... it was the perfect trap laid for me, as if fated... and i slid slid slid down to the bottom row... yet still it wasn't terminal, i could've retrieved the situation, but it was out of my hands... the dice was with someone else and i waited my turn again... and so i trudged back solemnly to square one.
feels heavy, this life. these emotions are weighing me down. trapped under too many layers of disappointments and misunderstandings. of which i can only blame myself. i took a risk, and it didn't come off. but no regrets.
just have to get out of this fucking pit of self-pity!!
