Sometimes I think about the things that I do.
Does it affect me? If so, in what way?
People who know me very well know that I tend to be reckless and sometimes idiotic when it comes to me doing stupid shit. I am also responsible for a lot of things that I do as well. It's almost as if I'm half and half.
Sometimes I am stupid enough to dive head-first into certain things but facing the consequences tends to result in character development. That is something that will always be welcomed. It is also that phase where I do not know where I am or what I am doing.
I am sort of divided at the moment right now.
Should I finish my assignments or not?
Should I iron my clothes or not?
Should I go to college or not?
I tend to confuse myself but sometimes, in the rarest of rare cases, I come out of it.
I had posted something very recently.
It said, "I only write when I am in love or when I am sad".
At the moment, as I am typing this out, I neither am in love nor am I sad. I am somewhat at a crossroads. Confused.
I am in no man's land.
