I like to review myself.

For the longest time, I thought, I'm already in control. Screw the financials and blablbalba... I merely meant my own self-control.

Control of emotions, control of anger, love or even hate.

I thought.

But i still can't.


Love is simply handing the gun pointing at your heart to your partner and trusting that they will never shoot.

Some picture i came across, explains love, in perfect sense. *goosepimples*

Distraction is the divided attention of an individual or group from the chosen object of attention onto the source of distraction

I can only distract myself.