I thought of my old laptop and it's rescue mission.

source: THE THINKING TREE

Sometimes you might find yourself asking...
Are we really that distrustful of others? Has anyone ever trusted each other so easily, or has city life taken a hold on us and usurped us into this madness?

If you had the chance to do it all over again, do you think it will be different? Hmms. Interesting thought.

Could be a simple matter.

A thoughtful gesture doesn't deserve a doubtful response. Although hiding that response helps keep your composure, maybe it's not so cool to have doubted anyway.

Why do people doubt the existence of my perspective? And why do I doubt the goodwill of ordinary strangers?

3am in the morning in my room is probably the only time and place I'll ever blog. I get these weird, coming-from-nowhere analogies that doesn't really make sense to people except me. And it's a place to de-stress from reality. Fantasy is so much more fun. Anything goes. All these delves from my actual self, but reflecting on situations help me cope with the present.

Weird mind I've got.

How self-conscious can I get? Man.