Apparently. You believe in me.
Ever sold your soul to the devil for a quick buck? For a minute of pleasure? For some desire that only mortals need? Ever sold your soul to the devil? I once believed in fairytales. I mean, haven't we all? But as we grow up, reality becomes more of a, well, reality. We realise that the plans we've made to get married and have children by the age of 30 seem nothing more than candy coated dreams; dreams that might take a few more years to come true. We realise that other things become more important. Yes, marriage and kids are still on the cards, but then work starts bringing you more pleasure, more satisfaction, more money, just more of what other things cannot bring you. Family members start needing you more. Other things require your attention. And your plans, they kind of get put on hold. Because they're plans, and they will develop, just not now. I have had quite a few sleepless nights these past few weeks. Wondering if the plans I have made need some alterati...