Some things always happen beyond my control, while those contollable matters are probably the first i get rid of.
Why do i tire so easily? Why don't i just settle down? Why is it not wise to carry the mind and heart of a 15-year-old when you are old, too old even to tell your age?
Some questions have a common answer; what i am missing. Affection.
And it has nothing to do with the others. It is all about me, loving me more.
So, more to come tonight.
Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.
Wittgenstein, Ludwig
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