The girl with the array of screw-ups.

She's come back again, this time with a more stark form. She hated me last for deceiving  her and leaving her dejected but she decided that she'll offer me a second chance, kudos to second chances who are consistently waited for you to seize it and make the best of it. So the bitch of the mist came to me today and we talked about life, wasted chances, the way I over procrastinate, how my die has been cast and so on. The bitch of the mist happens to be a figment of my imagination who I've mentioned before in one of my earlier posts and  slowly have accepted as a part of my life, she comes whenever she wants and disappears into the mist whenever she wants. There are things she wants me to do on this extremely important year of my life,

She hates how I while away my time, she finds procrastination despicable,
she hates every bit of the chaos in my head,    
she hates regrets and hates when I have them,
she hates when I fail to live up to the expectations of fools paradise.

Here's what I hate,
Arbitrary rules,
 apparent last chances,
intellectual decay,
Perceptive success.
Openness and closeness,
The 12th year which is the most vital test.

Life as they say is very short and we don't come alive but then my lifespan is the longest time duration I'll ever see, that's what I know. Slowly within the last breath of a mortal, the neurons which is the very soul of a person disintegrates which is when everything ceases to exist and every self proclaimed legacy is wiped out.

"After the earth dies, some 5 billion years from now, after it’s burned to a crisp, or even swallowed by the Sun, there will be other worlds and stars and galaxies coming into being — and they will know nothing of a place once called Earth"- Carl Sagan.