At this moment, my eyelids are straining to be kept open. My eyes are sleepy, but my mind is racing with thoughts immeasurable. I think of nothing but writing twenty-two hours out of the twenty-four within a day. Perhaps my dreams beg to be written as well as I am in slumber.

The past week has been life-changing, so to speak. For one, I do believe I have won the game I have been playing for months now. I have finally won, nothing more to it. I know I come out victorious. I'm glad I did not yield to the enemy's advances. My steps were carefully and cautiously laid out. I have remained numb despite a play of words escaping from my mouth and the tips of my fingertips. A sophism; yet, the enemy has bitten the bait. As I found myself on the platform of victory, I have also released the enemy to be free in the wilderness. After all, I have no use for such vile, incompetent creatures. I have risen above myself and that is what matters.

I will not weaken. I will not falter. I will not retreat. I have finally won and I intend to stand strong.