I have an appointment with the shrink next week. Maybe he will break my locks and unleash the tremors in my soul? But then again, I don't know how to entrust my trauma with SAF doctors. I've had a horrendous experience, and wouldn't want to be bitten again.

I'm sorry to my girlfriend that I could not open up enough to you. I know you'll be reading this, and I wish to tell you that I'd love to talk to you about my problems. But I get devastated just by thinking, not to mention talking about it.

I'm just avoiding and hopping over problems. People may assume of my strong and steadfast personality, but that was the front I'm putting up with the facade of a king to ward away 'evils' from my life. I'm losing the balance, or rather I've never found it. I made myself adhere to a motto that I created for myself recently - Substance, Element, and Confidence (S.E.C). It would be the drive for me to excel in life, and to become a successful man in future.

But now, I need to trample over my problems and make sure I don't succumb to them. It won't be easy, it will take time and sacrifices, but choices are not an option now. The hurdles are tall, my legs ain't long. I can't hope for miracles, but I'll turn miracles into norms. If I managed to hop over them, I'll be able to run on a smooth track ahead. And If I don't, I may either fall hard and never stand up again, or fall and hope that I'll pick myself up again.

Where's Agares?