The thing about spring is the sun, tulips and having leisure, unpremeditated walks just to clear off one’s mind. Often I find myself being too bothered at things that are unrelated to myself but somehow my tedious over working brain may eventually relate a string or two. Wouldn’t it be nice to stop wondering too much? It’s as if I need to remind myself constantly in every single blog post for no particular reason or just because I fail to face the fact and I am not willing to admit that I’m a total wreck in dealing with my inner alter ego. I clandestinely wonder whether I am submissive to mild bipolar disease or not, just because I cannot identify myself at times.
So what if things are not similar to how I expected them to be? I've always assumed that self-proclaimed assumptions may not vary to an extend beyond my tolerance but apparently they DO sometimes. It's my decision, nothing to regret about.
No regrets, just not as I had expected things to be. Out of reach, out of presumption. I guess it's time for me to swallow most of the things down, bitter or sweet.
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