Yoghurt cup #67

• I'm back to my old living life faster than I thought I'd be. Probably because it was the life I was completely devoted in for the past four years that I was too eager to grasp a hold of it.
• Back to the days of listening to unknown music, enjoying a jazz song with cheesy but sweet lyrics, having an urge to write, to take photos, to even leave the vanity life that I was suddenly into. 
• Why is it that I know exactly what to do, but still let myself flow with the current? I'd be better living alone, because I'd always be too demanding, too time-consuming, too much of a bad influence just by speaking outrageously words that I won't even give a second thought to consider.
• How is it that I could have forgotten about how actually good the lonely life sounded for such a long time? What was I really chasing? Faded feelings that I'd been craving for such a long time? What did he have to offer me? Half a heart and a forced smile? That was what I was willing to trade everything for?
• My hair falls down a lot. Probably because of the heat of this city. Living under this heat kind of stops people from thinking deeply I think. They only start digging their minds when the rays strike and all they had to worry about was a shade to stand under and a piece of tissue to wipe of the sweat. There's really no time for anyone to go find a spot for their own, because all places in this city is covered in rays of blazing heat.
• There's no place or time to balance a man in life.
• I want to go eat out and go buy some canvases and hang on my wall yes that's what I'll do.
• I have this talent/disability to be able to forget about upsetting things when I'm around people. Maybe that's why people never see me getting sad. I hate that feature about myself, makes me feel like even I honestly have no feelings about it.
• Christmas is near. The thought of Christmas always warms me up I have no idea why.