Of late, I think, I've been going through life with bated breath... as if waiting for something extraordinary to happen. Maybe it's just my way of motivating myself to go on, day after day, despite all the crap that life had doled out on me within these last few years. NO -- I'm not the tragic victim of life's harsh realities but I can't help feeling that I'm gradually spiralling downwards into an ominous blackness...
I don't know what exactly what I'm looking forward to.
Something wonderful, perhaps?
