An Attempt at Being Intellectual
These days, I don't know what to think. I'm am more confused than I
have ever been, and to be honest, it's not the best feeling in the
world. It's like, one minute, you have this thing sorted out
completely, and its taken you a long time to get yourself to a point
where you're comfortable with it. The next minute, something happens
and you're set completely off your comfortably forged little niche of
this one element of your life. It throws your emotions into a jumbled
mess of love, hate, depression, joy, apathy, jumping from feeling to
feeling as the moments pass and changing your mind constantly as time
passes, reflecting on past events. You read into things you never
thought you would; you end up psychoanalzying every move, every action,
every word. It makes you go insane because you can't really stop
thinking. Ever. You go from one thought to the next and it never stops.
Pretty soon, you've forgotten what's started you thinking on this path
and start to question why you're even questioning yourself. You realize
how ridiculous you've been and move on to the next thing. Repeat cycle.
END THE CYCLE. PLEASE.
END THE CYCLE. PLEASE.