I wonder how they falls asleep at night in blissful ignorance. When she, subtly doped on her prescription, time-travels through the terrain of her unconscious until she overcome by sleep. They knows only what is right in front of them; she is aware of every incoming sensation that glances obliquely against her fragile core.

And i wonder which side is the best one. One way theres just too much blindness, isnt just almost clumsy to see the world and living as a beautiful blissful bloom ? And the other way...it's overthinking, overfeeling, overplanning and never getting over your own fucking life.

Like today, i was talking to a friend. Telling her about this kitten i held for half an hour at the pet store. I named him Rufus but couldn't take him home. And i was telling my friend, how i was hoping he was happy right now with really good loving people taking care of him. And she was like 'but it's only a cat- you cannot worry about this cat's feelings, if he has any!' AND I KNOW ITS RETARDED but shit im pretty sure that in 10 years i'll still be like 'ohhh I hope Rufus is ok right now'.

So maybe im an idiot after all because theres so much things right now im finding hard to get over with. Like Rufus....SHIT RUFUS I LOVE YOU!!! It's...depressing a little to think like i think.

But today was good. It was good. Good is nice. :)