Letting Go

Maybe I just not lucky.

My hard disk is dead. The real hassle is getting it repaired or rather replaced. It seemed I was given the wrong address. No doubt I will get a hard disk back. But the question remains whether or not I am able to recover my data. Needless to say I just don’t have the kind of money to splash on recovering my hard disk.

I mentioned that I kept everything from the past six years on that drive. I did some silly things on it. I kept diary entries, my personal thoughts, my portfolio, my personal projects, my accounts and everything my friends have been sending over to me and even backups of all the nice sms I been receiving over the years.

All would be gone. As painful as it will be there is no point brooding over the matter. Although I have backups here and there, it wouldn’t be able to restore all of my lost data.

I have to let it go. Just like my love.

I never made a move. Now she loves someone else.

Sounds familiar? Well that’s how it always turns out with me.

I do what I do best. I walk away. Better I get hurt then complicate matters.

Let her go, let everything go.

All I have is my silly dream. Not for the fame or for the money but to make good on the time that was given to me.

oh God it hurts. Why am killing myself over this stupid dream. Why can’t I fuck care?

Why?