"I believe, whatever doesnt kill you, simply makes you... stranger" - The Joker. Dark Knight. 2008
It seems so long, and I'm fighting the same battle. Is that not what this "life" thing is about tho?
So why then, is it a fight? why do we not learn from our mistakes? Why does it not get easier? U never, really, get used to it. But would it not be a monotone tragedy if we did?
I have a book of lists ...somewhere. I have not done much on it but i have done extraordinary things.
Can it not then be concluded that the extraordinary can not be MADE to happen, but simply ...does. When its supposed to? But what then determines when things are "sup