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Decided to let this post as an untitled post since I got no perfect words as a title. I am thinking, and I was thinking. I always think for every second in my life, whether it is a what-if or for something that just happened. Or, for the future. Have you ever wanna hold something on your hand, even if the something means the world? I really want to hold my life upon mine, resizing its size into a smaller one to let it fit on my palm, so I can rumpled it, whenever I can. What a short and selfish idea, actually. So when I've tried so hard to plan, plan and plan it and the final result is my life's bigger than I thought, it was... Fuck. Then I try to make it smaller again by leaving some things, cause I just won't carry a worry. Read the 'a' in front of worry, I won't carry a worry, once more.
But hey, life loves to hit me on my eye.