Like preschool children during breaktime, my thoughts chase each other in super speed. Running around in circles with never-ending energy. Even at times when my mind should be resting, I think a lot and even when I know I should be sleeping, even more ideas pop into my head at the darkest of hours. I spend so much time thinking that I usually space out in real life. But honestly, I prefer spending time with myself and indulge in books. Being with people would end up with me being disappointed. I expect too much and in the end, I'll get hurt. Better to imagine than experiencing it though.
-m.b
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 1:19 AM UTC
Like preschool children during breaktime, my thoughts chase each other in super speed. Running around in circles with never-ending energy. Even at times when my mind should be resting, I think a lot and even when I know I should be sleeping, even more ideas pop into my head at the darkest of hours. I spend so much time thinking that I usually space out in real life. But honestly, I prefer spending time with myself and indulge in books. Being with people would end up with me being disappointed. I expect too much and in the end, I'll get hurt. Better to imagine than experiencing it though.
-m.b
From a scrap of paper I found of my writing 4 years ago
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