breathe in, breathe out.
last paper on the fourth of may,
and am literally unable to describe my current state of mind and being.
people and more people.
news and more news.
updates and more updates.
it doesn't make sense for me to express how i feel.
and am reminded of those who say i don't show much emotion
and neither do i speak of them.
aloof it may seem,
negligence it may seem too,
but is it not right to tend to neutrality on everything?
whereby you choose not to cross the line of overjoy,
because a fall from that height would hurt more?
now it seems clear that i ain't ambitious.
not a risk-taker.
but i don't fret bout lil' stuffs either.
neither do i go missing in action, be a wet blanket, or literally sob till i wet my blanket because i am particularly depressed over a bastard who 'ruined my life' (just an example).
because it fkin doesn't make any sense to live in misery because of things, people, events or messages around you.
you control your own brain.
and i control mine.
of course i'm not a buoy or someone constantly at equilibrium.
still, variable we all are.
goodnight.