Well. I'm washing my hands off this whole thing. I can't be bothered anymore. And as for you, I shall not have any hope of you changing for the better again. I could dream, but I shan't. Cause in dreams, things will happen the way I want them to. But in reality, things I dream of will never happen.

And again, I'm thinking too much.

I don't want to be like that. Thinking hurts, you know? Being so strong-minded isn't always a good thing. For one, you can never find someone who thinks like you, who understands what you're driving at. And I am still trying to. Because it sucks speaking to people who thinks I'm speaking greek. (Or worse, not speaking human at all, e.g. Isabel.) Some may see me as melodramatic but I think I just think a little harder and deeper, as compared with everybody else. I like to break things down, think through it and come up with an explanation. To me, everything has a reason attached to it. Kind of tiring to think this way, but I always feel a sense of indignation whenever something I disagree with is said by someone else. Some thing that I find wrong and misleading. So I have to comment. Or not I'll go mad.

And once again, I'm involved in something that's none of my business. The story of my life.