out of the blue

i hate the situations i get myself into, situations that are always incredibly hard to get out of.

most of the time, i feel like an innocent passerby who just happened to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time. but it isn't really about the place or the time, is it?

maybe it's the way i react to everything. maybe it's the way i naturally see things. or maybe, if we really push into all that psychological stuff, i'm just a victim of past experiences that have turned me into an unconscious masochist.

or maybe, it's as simple as believing and trusting that the next time would be better.