Predictable? Hm.

Is it predictable, that everyday I feel the same thing? Is it predictable, that there is always you whenever I think about something? Is it predictable, that I have to let it all go? My heart has been one and only, and because of something, it breaks now. Yep, the hardest time always comes the latest. That would be true, really. I felt it. Ah, I could not be like this! Seriously. I know this is such a drag and so disgusting. I hate it, indeed. But this is life-my life, I have to face it no matter what happens in the future. Does my life so predictable? Ah. That is a great question.