I think a lot.
Every moment, I'm thinking.
And I feel that my thinking is much better than my physical self.
I think about everything.
Love, relationship, life, family, myself, surroundings...
My thoughts are like sudden inspirations.
They come and go in just a click.
To me, thinking is a way of talking to myself.
My thoughts are little secret blog entries inside me.
But, the entries are not recoverable.
Unless I pen them down as I think.
That is why, I don't like to reveal my unhappy feelings.
When I'm feeling down, I think a lot.
I think about memories that triggered the unhappiness.
Is this good or bad?