Q: Why is it so? A: I don't know..

Certain things get me down. And I would try not to show. Yet somehow it would hurt. It could be a thought. A word. A sentence. A story. An incident. My mind, it is always thinking. I can be in deep thoughts or have them in passing. Yet they may be instilled in my mind for a long long time. I worry for this. I wonder about that. I hope this would not happen. I wish that would not be the case. I think I am in the right track. I am pretty sure that it would happen. So many questions. So many answers. So many doubts. So much worries.

When... When... When would I be able to not think of all these things. When would I be able to not worry. When would I be able to just be happy. Smile and laugh. Everyday. Without having anything to get me down. No. Nothing at all. Eh, that would only be when I was a new born baby, an infant and a toddler and lastly, a young kid. As long as I do not have to take tests in school, I would be free from all worries, for I would be provided for in each and every way, and be loved by everyone.

My partner knows me quiet well, I must say. I can be read like an open book. But of course, there are certain things in which my partner would not be able to tell. It does help (in some ways) that my partner is sensitive too (her gaydar is quite the strong one, you know...). When I am happy, so is she. When I am sad, so is she. When I am angry, she would be try to make me happy. (hmmm.. seems to rhmye, huh?)

Am I thinking too much? Do I worry too much? Hmmm.. My wrinkles would be making their appearence extremely soon, if I continue to be like this. But well, this is just me, the way I am. I cannot help it.

Call me a Thinker... That... That is my underused pet name...

Lastly, thank you, my dearies.. For reading this little short and boring rummbling of mine....