Random

I don't know why or since when I became so aware of the inconsistency of life. The idea is like, cauterized on some part of my head and whenever I get too happy, I deny myself the comfort of doing so.

I think being overhappy is cheesy.
I think I should calm down because this happiness is fleeting. It must be.
I tell myself to not be complacent with having this happiness.

Because who knows if it will disappear the next time I blink?

Always expect less and everything becomes extraordinary.

Sometimes I feel envious of people who are able to just live the moment.
The way I do it? Live it while waiting for it to crash any moment. Or stop living it altogether. Don't worry, I'm not talking about suicide, just disallowing myself from feeling so very happy.

Maybe I am slightly masochistic. But everyone is, ya?

Ok bye.