Sometimes I wish I am thinking more of love life, fancy dresses, crazy stuffs and all that and not mere questioning the goddamn essence of reality, truth, and current events. I am eighteen and should be thinking the perks of youth. But, I do have a strange fascination on that weird stuffs now. They kill me. I dunno, but I just want to know and understand and often I really cannot sleep at night. There is this urge in me that I need to comprehend everything about those complexities. But of course, that would be too fictitious ‘cause my mind would end up exploding to tiny bits. More memory capacity one me, yes?
Friday, September 10, 2010
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