{RecipeForDisaster}

1 Table
1 Pad of paper
3 Pens
1 Torn Heart
1 Confused Head

Generously sprinkle selfish thoughts after baking for 6 monthes.

There comes a point where you have to sit down and weigh the pros and cons of what you have and what you want.

Once completed you must decide if you will give up everything you have, don't want, and do want. Your sanity, your home, your life.

Will you forever be chained by the actions of another person.

Will you forever wonder what if.

If yes then it means a new chapter should start.

A chapter where you start to live, you let go, you leave.

A chapter that allows you to love, be loved, and your concience doesn't scream at you with every fibre of your being that you're not doing the right thing... wait wait... not that you aren't doing the right thing, but you aren't doing the right thing for yourself.

How long until the egg cracks and the walls of this glass house, quiver and shatter with disbelief of the waste of life you allowed to take place in your own heart.

This isn't supposed to make sense.