Coaster

There are rough times in everyone's life. You have to sit through them, watch carefully, jump out of the way of danger when the time is right, and hope for the best.

I know a bunch of people with hard times right now and coming up. To them I say "stay strong." Some don't even know it's coming, but I have forseen it.

One of those persons is me.

Every day I walk by my computer with a web browser window open and think to myself whether I should talk about this current thing going on. It's not so much that it's private, it's that it's... well... it may encourage people to treat me differently, slightly more sympathetic, and I don't want that. I don't want pity. I can pity myself enough. I have the guise of being strong and confident, but, truth is, I've got concerns that will resolve in the next six months. But 25 weeks is a long time to wait.

Then again, it isn't much time at all. When it's all over, it'll be forgotten. I'll appologize in advance, I guess, that I'm not saying what it is. When it's over, you'll know why.

And it isn't because of Metal Gear. I promise.