Between compromise, retreat and fight back, I usually choose win-win situations. As much as I don't like to get hurt, it pains to see somebody else bleeding.
This is not a matter of selfless, or trying to act great. If you know me, you know I really mean it.
Well, that thing that was hanging at the back of my mind has, in some way, ended in a shabby manner today. I plead for a fullstop, but my brain tells me that it might just be a comma. I'm getting ready for a counter-attack, but then again, its hard to tell who made the first hit-and-run move, so.
Yah.
Well.
Life's so interesting isn't it.
Why die?
