The world is made up of weird people you know. Really weird people or to put it into kinder words, different people? Everyone sees things differently. Everyone would have a different opinion. Everyone simply thinks differently. Like a painting. Everyone would have a differrent idea of what a certain painting is trying to potray. Everyone would make guesses, assumptions, and even conclusions but no one really knows the answer. No one would really know what the painter was trying to say, what story he was trying to tell. No one would know.. Same goes for words. When one writes, you don't know how he or she is saying it. You don't know how one feels. Peeple who don't know you would take it differently. Something so ordinary to you seems to make a world of a difference to other people. The human mind is such an interesting thing. To be able to feel and have thoughts.

yea. That. It's cloudy and dark now. It's cold too. The air is still and the lights aren't on. Here I am, once again feeling a little lonely, typing away like spitting random ideas and words through my fingers and into my blog. Don't get me wrong, I'm not sad or anything.. It's just one of those bluish grey days. I'm not in a quarter life crisis. I just suddenly felt like saying this. Never ever take things for granted. You'll regret every bitter bit of it.

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[[ music ]] pieces don't fit anymore
[[ book ]] I know this much is true
[[ mood ]] crappy

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