Bottom bunk

Sometimes, and only sometimes, your life boils down to the little things that probably dont & shouldnt matter because it's level of relevance starts to deteriorate in your mind as time passes & slows down to sad faces & bottom bunk opinons. & here it is ; does he really love me the way i think or want ? is mum faking that smile ? is she talking to me for amusement or coz she cares ? is that really butter ? is she good to him ? is it real ? is he real ? what do i want ? these questions seem simple enough but how hard are they to answer right ?! It really gets me thinking sometimes that maybe, just maybe im doing it all wrong & i dont really need to be thinking .. but who doesnt wanna think ? Overthinking is an art that takes incredible effort & the most care. Why do we do it ? Yeah i dont know either. I guess we feel better knowing everything coz nothing feels so .. empty. The constant guessing & the mirror image of yourself in your mind looking dumbfounded with tears running down your face, hurt like you shouldnt have been & didnt deserve to have been. Dramatic ? Maybe. But i call it my self defence mechanism, i switch it on so i am in the position to get the least hurt or atleast not to think about it.

Try it, im sure it wont bite you in the ass & hurt you. Or maybe it will :]