And there are moments when, for some reason, everything comes back, and I wish to make everything all right. There are moments when I feel like a fool, for merely standing here and do nothing while I watch everything falling apart. Sometimes it is incredibly hard to do what must be done - while it is so easy to sit still and lie to ourselves by saying it was meant to be that way. Nothing is ever meant to be. Unless we mean it. And sometimes, I would really like to know what the hell do I mean or want.