The thought of being ambiguous and aimless scares me to death. Only the pressure on me makes me feel alive. Then it eats me into my intestines, my stomach, my liver, my kidneys, and my brain. I feed myself well. But I prevent my brain from working to digest the food. Then I eat again. It's a wonder that I'm still alive. Am I?
God's sake, I can't put my mind to work when I love you. The system is not working, and suddenly I've become open-minded . The age gap just DOES NOT MATTER. And if there's any problem that you're blaming yourself for, just remember that you blocked my ability to THINK CLEAR , and that's your ONLY FAULT.