16/4 – No way out.

Now, there is no way out anymore, I’m lost to the dark side. No way to return, no way of coming back, the irreversible process has been completed. It’s all downhill from here. But I will keep fighting it, for as long as I can, even though some will claim that there is no use anylonger. And it was all because of an honest mistake, in Petrópolis of all places. In the morning, outside at a sunny spot, together with some nice company as well even. I promise it won’t happen again though - ever. I’ve been avoiding it for so long and been so good all the time. Always paying attention to it, not to slip. But this time I didn’t see it, and I was so sure there was no other way to do it. I only opened it at the top, being so sure there was nothing in the other end, and all looked fine when I started. However, the definition of being a grown-up simply sneaked up on me, totally unexpected and caught me off my guards. For whatever it may help, I promise, I will never ever eat an ice cream on a stick with the paper still on the stick again. Stupid Brazilian ice creams!