I knew it. I knew I was acting like a fool. I knew it was alla scarily wrong. I knew there would be pain at the end of the journey. All that I knew very well. But nothing could have stopped me. Maybe I was mentally ill. But somehow I had to go on. To try and find... find what? I already had all the possible answers. All I should have had was some more strength. Some more will. Why was I so weak? How could I behave like this?
How could I not?
How could I not?
