???

I've been doing some thinking recently. And it seems that the more I think, the more confused I become.

Don't ask me what this is all about coz I'm not sure myself...

Maybe a distraction? A self-inflicted questioning of the mind??

Maybe now that I have more free time (thank God Japan Gillette's over!), I have more time to think about me. The Now-Me, the Future-Me.

Sometimes, I wonder what God wants for me. Because I'm not sure that what I want for myself would be what God wants for me. Would I be selfish to think that my wants are ultimately for me? That, let's say I've realized I like this person and would ultimately want him for myself... would he want me too? What if he doesn't want me, and yet I've been persistent about it?

Crap...

Re-reading this, I've generated more issues than TIME magazine.

A friend of mine told me I've been thinking too much. I guess he's right. Scrutinizing every angle and every detail won't do you much good. And since it's the first time this has happened to me.. every imaginable scenario has already entered my mind... I've become paranoid about doing the wrong thing.

Why can't life get any easier?