What to do...what to do...

To confront or not to confront?

To fake a smile or not to fake a smile?

To persevere or not to persevere?

To care or not to care?

To sit back and watch this childhood dream go up in flames or not to sit back and watch this childhood dream go up in flames?

To pull ones' hair out or not to pull ones' hair out?

To pretend or not to pretend?

To scream in pure frustration or not to scream in pure frustration?

To resign or not to resign?

To believe that yes, this is how friends treat each other or not to believe that yes, this is how friends treat each other?

To continue wasting ones' time or not to continue wasting one's time?

To cry or not to cry? (too late for that one...)

To admit that there's female drama in ones' life or not to admit that there's female drama in ones' life?

I can't believe I'm letting an issue as stupid as this one keep me up way past my 11:30 bedtime. This is ridiculous. Thank goodness for encouraging late-night text messaging; without it, I never would've spotted the slight glimpsing sparkle at the end of this tunnel. Ohhh yes, the day this slow and heavy shuffling train leaves this barren cylinder of a tunnel will be a GOOD day.

I think I just knocked Hamlet and his listening-skull out of the ball park.