Prologue

He stood alone, the windswept hills his company, the coloured sky reflecting his mood. He breathed in deeply. Tingles of inexplicable joy crept through his body. He breathed yet again. So happy, to be out. So glad, to be free. So peaceful, so serene. He breathed in yet again. So relieved, to have control. Control over anything and everything that belonged to him, at last.

S'up folks, im back. After that last big round.
Well, i made it. close too, was that last big one.
well, i cant find anything to blog about at the moment, my mind's too drained. i need time to heal. time to rest, time to rethink, time to re-prioritize.

i just find jc life unsuitable. in the long run, i may do something drastic. those layers that i built long ago, to withstand and endure, are all being slowly pulled apart, layer by layer. "stick to the theory, hold comfort to the theory"

what if the theory wasnt fixed? what if the theory did not apply to all?
What then?