Bubble, Bubble, Toil and Trouble

I suppose this is what my friend has talked about. I've reached a period in my life where I question who I really am.

I mean, I've done this many times in the past -- too many to count.

But back then, innocence veiled the gravity of importance of such catechism. I used to be able to brush it off without much thought. In fact, I used to think I understood and knew who I was.

Ha! Such naivety -- the author of the twists and turns of this wretched life.

This unknowing of such, though many perceive to be quite natural, I find many a times... exasperating. I wish I could just figure myself out right now. Thus I wouldn't have to go through so much trouble. So much pain. So much heart ache.

You, who I like, damn you. Damn this heart. Damn it all! I want nothing to do with any of that. Have I not learned anything from the past?

I must dismiss this feeling immediately. This and many more to come. At least, for now.

There are much more heavier burdens to deal with. Many more toilsome troubles to carry. Though I don't foresee any as of now, I know they will come. The darkness always comes back to play. It never gets tired of trifling with me.