Start a revolution from my bed

Sometimes I wish I was an open book, so that there can be lesser misunderstandings, lesser sarcasm-exchange, and lesser heartbreaks.

Sometimes, I also wish that I can continue building my great wall of Lynette to the Moon and never come back - just so that everyone can leave me alone.

Sometimes, I don't know what I want either.

But it's okay, because this is life, and I'm still trying to figure it out. I'm still trying to grasp what has been going on and what will be going on.

Because in the end, everything is going to be okay. If it's not okay, it's not the end.

But there's also this part of me that don't want things to just be merely okay. I want to end things in a fantastic manner - a manner that I can look at in the future and say 'yeah, the ending was well worth the fucking torture I placed myself through' 

So, I think I need to shut up with the 'buts' and 'what ifs,' and get my ass on this entire pile of shit that I have to complete.

I'm gonna end this with a bang.