Sunday, January 21, 2007

I made my decision.

I made my promise.

And with the very act of promising it, I've started to kill myself faster.

I already feel the despair pressing in, the pressure, the stress. I already feel the demands of the promise exacting its toll.

The road was still forked before I decided. Now, with this choice, I already know my end.

The promise will be held. There will be no two ways about it.