Something about the way I can think
Memories can either be a gift or a punishment. Sooner or later memories will either destroy me or leave me utterly happy. I can either grow old and forget everything (even my own name) and become happy or i can let my memories consume me and die by my own hand. But it is to early in the life to tell which one it is going to be. I never know.... something horrible could happen to someone very dear to me and i could lose it. The death of your love is enough to send you realing off the deep end. But then again the life of a loved one is enough to save someone. But i just thank god that i can live in isolation for the rest of my life and be perfectly happy. I have trained myself to do so with drugs and what not so that if people change on me... i will always have myself. But if someone is forcefully taken away from me that is another story. Sometimes you just have to look upon your own life and laugh. Laugh at yourself and everything around you. Some people call this insanity. I call it bliss.
I made this public, so read this everyone!
I made this public, so read this everyone!