I do have the tendency to keep going beyond any reasonable limit, in a somewhat desperate trial of fixing what still can be fixed. I've always been afraid of the "too late", and of those tiny little monsters you thought you got over just to wake up in the middle of one random night and spend the rest of it wondering how they got so big.
Only a fortnight's time and I've already made so many mistakes, someone else's words flowing through my mouth. I'm just craving to get things back to the way they were before I screwed up.
Too late, too much, too soon. Seriously, timing really means a lot when you're living under pressure.
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