Sometimes I wish I didn't know
1 Sep 2003
From the shelter of my mind I shall never cease to pop out at the worst of times and say all of the wrong things.
So I think...when I can just live in my head, why should I ever choose to come out and live in the real world, with real feelings and real people?
Sometimes I wish that I could remain there. Let my thoughts engulf me, swallow me whole. The only thing worse than realising that all the good thoughts you have are actually wrong, is realising that all the bad thoughts you have are really right.
Why must I realise at all?