Possibly, the reason I agreed to rejecting to what 'they' call a 'life' is not getting myself involved in another one of those drama. Being out there, means being more susceptible to knowing more to what I know now. Not that I prefer to being an easily cheated dumbo cause I do think i've known enough from experience but, this does reduce the possibility of being more - as they call it- "easygoing" =).

However, thoughts play a major role in this so called "emotions" or "moods"or something thats in between these lines. These gifts of memories and thoughts are the devils that seem to haunt you most. Furthermore when both are interrelated. For how can one shake off thoughts and memories thats just engraved in our minds?

There's really no way of getting out of these so called "dramas" that one seem to often blame on individuals themselves, for whom can know what one is thinking, their way of thinking etc etc. Through this, one seems to butt in to others lives without being invited not knowing of the damage they've done. However, how far do they know that their thoughts differ from those around them?How the way of viewing things are not the same, for what one sees as good is actually bad for the other?For how can one follow on to their feelings, just to destroy that of others?

Funny, how human nature is, for we are really selfish in our ways. Through what we think is help may often be for the best FOR OURSELVES. Through isolating oneselves, one is actually stirring up worry to others. How at times, we are actually thinking for the best of others, when actually its our own needs that we're actually pleasing?As a way to get out of the complication. For the term solving a problem may never be a choice, for it actually is just a figure of speech, just to show that there is choice in life?For does it seem to offer any real solution?We seem to always be running from "problems", perhaps.

Am I wrong to have written this at times when the mind's all over the place, thinking of different stuff, but is boggled to thinking that I'm actually focusing on what I'm writing. To be honest, the smell of ridsect is killing me, as of the heat and of many other thoughts.

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