"What if"'s only make you question the space-time continuum.

i hate it when i ask myself what if this happens, and what if that happened. i mean, i'm fairly happy with my life, as of now. nothing complicated about it at all. i'm able to enjoy and go out, and stuff.

but sometimes, you get pissed at yourself for thinking that sometimes, or some time in the past, you didn't actually, go (or went for) what you actually wanted. instead, you sat back, and, that thing, that person, that opportunity, passed you by. damn. i hate questioning decisions.

does your make-up melt when you club?? haha..

• About Me:
  

  I have been hovering mentally, as of late. Finding myself.
  
  I love, that moment in time, where you collide into an imaginary wall of imagery, your mind creates from pondering, almost aimlessly, about life in general, or about specific aspects of life which you wish you could have changed, without affecting the space-time continuum.
  
  Say, I'm a mental retard, say i think too much, say what you want, say what you will, in the words of a great Incubus song, "You could never offend, cause your dirty words come out, clean..."
  
  I'm not as complexed as i think. Haha.

esitiroirp nafri

past few days been so fucked up. hate waking up not knowing what to do. people fuck up plans or plans fuck up people? i think plans fuck up people. actually i don't really know.

i need a solid plan. when we were in school, we so wanted out. now that i'm out, i feel like i need direction. it starts today.