And she spewed her innards on the world wide web, left it there for a few days to be certain that it will be read by those who actually mattered and then proceeded to dump everything back into her drafts. Just because.

Hate is a strong word. But I really really dont like transition periods. It is this almost endless limbo filled with the constant lingering feeling of doubts. The constant need to crawl back into our own comfort zones. The intense guilt of throwing away precious time by doing nonsense.. or even worst- nothing. The cautious choices we make while subconsciously wondering where have our balls rolled off to? The uncertainty- wondering if you dont do this or that, then you. are. doomed.for. eternity.

And of course the raw almost hopeful way of looking at matters. trepidation- the urge to get out and do this and that. now. this instant. Always impatient for the next thing to happen. The next person you'll meet. The places you will go. We are too young to be callous yet too old to believe in fairy tales. Too eager to grow up. Too determined to prove something. be someone. In a rush to go somewhere but not exactly sure where. Instant gratification, like 3 minute youtube videos, becomes strangely enticing.

Just because.

But its okay right? Cause you'll never be able to predict what will happen next anyway. Yesterday was a fine example: I woke up in the morning and never did know I did expect that I'd be told by the ice cream girl that this recently famous badminton player was standing not more than several meters behind me. Buying deodorant. Of all the things in the world =.='''