F#ck...

I've been living some strange months. I've had enormous amounts of expectations and pressure (internal and external), I've had glorious wins and disgraceful defeats. I've had moments with no time to breathe and moments with time to waste.

I've accomplished so much over this last year, but I have also failed miserably on most of my objectives. The accomplishments, and expectations on a new stage to come stop me from depressing, but once in a while, a horrible feeling of defeat, misery, even self hate are triggered, and it's f#cking hideous.

I'm waiting anxiously to start that new stage....