Curiosity did not kill the cat. At least not mine. Instead, it was curiosity about what more the future holds that kept me from suicide.

Its nice how regrets work. They give you a clear view of how things should have turned out for you to be happy. It's a clear sarcastic solution to things.

I've started my reading habit once more. Having said that, I'm already done with 13 Reasons Why. No books at hand now. Picking up your bookmark, it brings back good memories.

Why do I get the feeling I might be falling into that sort of 3 year love blind again?