When you actually think that old parts of your life finally disappeared, they come back and hit you stricktly into your face. I feel really week. All these fights and effort with pushing away the thing I want mostly right now... it started to be easy, but it was just another illusion. I can't lie to myself anymore. Only something new can save me from the past.
Hah, sounds dramatic, I know, but I'm feeling like being in the middle of this game simply must make me crazy and I don't like it at all.