You know there's something wrong when you avoid verbalising whatever it may be that is eating away at you. Just because you don't want to shatter your beautifully constructed picture. That's when you realise that this conjured-up reality is nowhere near any form of reality.

Maybe our school should have done reality for context. I'd have a bit to talk about. But then again, it's not like conflict isn't applicable either. Great. Wonderful. Let's hope I can ace the next context sac then, huh?

Don't you love those moments, where you feel like just saying "f**k this sh!t I'm outta here"? Then you sit down and think, "nono, that's not the right way to think.. think about it this way instead". Ha! I love that. Because it's a never-ending cycle. Life sucks. Nono, life is great. No, life sucks. Life is what you make of it. Doesn't that mean life sucks? Think of all the things that make life wonderful!

Ah. Then we hit that nasty kink. All the things that make life wonderful. Don't you love it when they all tumble away? Then, you have nothing left to back up your argument with. Then you just accept it. Life sucks. Until you feel your conditioned head automatically thinking "NO TO HELL WITH YOU LIFE IS GREAT!".

Words do not act like acids and bases. You can't neutralise them. They linger long after they are said.