late again

I find myself rushing, pumping my legs and for what? just to manage glimpsing the train as the doors close. of course, the first reaction is to blame: i begin to blame the damn fobs who stupidly blocked the way by trying to put tickets in the gate when all were open. then i realise that if that car had waited for me. then again, if i wasn't carrying so many books due to an english assignment (thanks to my teacher). maybe if my mum hadn't cooked such a large breakfast. possibly i could've just woke up earlier and hadn't slept late that night due to Mahjong, which i got addicted to because of a friend.
The blame game can continue going as it has for years amongst the world: its people, leaders and countries, or everyone can get their head out of their ass and realise everyone chose their own path. the real reason i was late today was because i fucked up but i accepted it.