its no longer thoughts of enjoyment. i gave my attention to so much more but yet little to the vital part of my life. try to do what i should do and not to want all the time. im confusing myself in distiguishing on whether a move would be right for that point of time. im troubled by numerous thoughts, thoughts that took a long time, but happens in split second, which might eventually cast several more. actions do speak louder than words, but words hurts more than action. a contradictive urge but i do not want fights or regrets. im constantly picturing mysef being in paranoia but i know i dont want to be overly agressive. deep inside im looking around in indecisiveness, lost and failing. weakening, trying and hoping. im a pair of socks worn by a person, we're covered by a small cloud, that is bound to rain anytime. im worn out but i need to move on. settle events one after another. it will never stop occuring. change a person into someone better. but we still need to focus on ourselves. i wouldnt want to tell what i'ld do to myself. it just wouldnt be me.
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