Termination.

How it hits once again. Wallowing in self-pity never helps, but then again, who ever gave a shit? Its like dropping little pieces of you, hoping someone picks it up, but no one does and you end up being more and more incomplete.

Its like a shattered mug, even if you piece it back together, the cracks will always be there. And bloody hell, I'm freaking proud of these cracks.

Go figure.