After

Shopping the pain has fled and the frightened feeling in my chest has faded from a lions rawr to a mouses heart beat. I'm still frightened and worried, but if i don't think and i don't right nothing can fall apart. If i don't think o fmy worries i won't create problems in my folded mind, and if i don't think i won't get sad, i won't get depressed again. I used to say i would rather take the pain and the insight, now i would rather take the happiness and eth stupidety. In my own way i am msrater, and in my own way i am wiser. In a way i'm trying to fight my own mind and wadgeing war against myself. Is it even possible to fight the human mind? he deep layers are too deep to even grasp, bringing up the point that everything around us could be fake; jsut a figment of or imgaination, or a whole separt compartment in our head. We study physcilogly, adn we teahc it, still ther are so many blank and so many spaces, where nothing, nothign can be found about us, our heads. There is so much of us that we don't even know, that nobody can trully know.

I'm, contimplative today because i'm re-reading A Wrinkle In Time