I'm not quite sure how I feel right now. In a way, I've had an infinite amount on my mind yet I've thought about nothing at all. Sometimes, I feel like nothing is ever really fair. But then other times, I know that it is incredibly immature to think like that, and I, logically, have nothing to be upset about. But I am.
The sight of some people is enough to send me into a silent fury. I just hate that their selfish blindness disallows them to see the chaos that they are solely responsible for. I wish they could see what their actions are doing to everyone else. I just wish they would just shut their mouths and open their eyes - to just see what they have and stop asking for more. I wish they would feel guilty; emotional punishment. And If that isn't enough incentive to change, then I say they are as good as dead to me.
I really admire how memories are the only things in the universe that aren't governed by time.