Short run tonight to prata house with the gh3y g33k, 11:49mins.

Haze damn bad tonight, couldn't get enough o2 during the middle part.

Was fun reminiscing old games. When everything was simplier then.

Thinking back so far, I remembered one thing that I still haven't fixed yet.

What I would give to be able to feel sad again.

Bah, no point thinking about such things. Is it really that great to be able to feel a redundant emotion?

To feel sad is to admit defeat, to admit that you can not do anything about the situation, to admit that life threw something at you that you couldn't handle.

There's always something that can be done. Always a reason behind everything.