Over
thinking leads to confusion. Compelled by curiosity. Case of paranoia. Detrimental
emotions. My irrational thoughts are genuinely true and realistic. It is
undeniable that the hurt is inadvertent or may I say deliberate. The most
inconsiderate and ignorant way of handling state of affairs. Thoughtless. Is my
existence a joke to you. Again, so clueless. I have a
tactless side as well. I have the choice of returning the treatment, twice as
worse but how do I respond. I choose not to. All that you ever wanted, is
gradually eradicated by your own will. No longer mine. Another mindless,
hypocritical being on the loose. So very, very ironic. Need I say more. Is this
the final chapter, have I grasped hold of the story enough to turn the page
over. How many more chapters until completion. I am done with it but it’ll
never be done with me. That’s life. What is the next twist of the story.
Mindfuck me.
