I have the attention span of a toddler and a memory span of a 90 year-old all conveniently (dis)arranged in a 17-year-old wreck of a soul. I am not a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process, an integral function of the universe. I’m simply a human fill-in-the-blank.
This will serve as my outlet and where I shall vent. This is also a place for my ramblings and my interests. I will post whatever tickles my fancy, catches my eye and flips my ship. My blog is never consistent; but expect rants, thoughts and pictures. Pictures aren't mine unless stated.
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22 / 10 / 2011
Don’t you just hate those nights when
Your mind suddenly starts acting erratically and you end up thinking of all these worst case scenarios, then out of no where, you’re depressed. No matter how hard you try to stop over-thinking everything, it just doesn’t help. The more you think about it, the more it stays permanent in your system. You keep asking yourself, why can’t your mind function, why can’t you keep all these bad thoughts out. Sometimes, these questions will always stay a mystery. Now you’re stuck at this point in your day where nothing feels right anymore, and you’re just thinking way too much. All you ever want now is just to be happy again.
