The Grey Between Thoughts

There're things from past that are bugging me, punishing me, reminding me of what could've been if things were different. It's a cruel punishment to be living in the constant reminder of what could've been. How fasicnating our minds are.. Projecting the possibilities. Replaying the key moments in our past lives, that led to today. What makes us today is the past life choices we made. Maybe if we chose differently, things might turned out better; maybe? Or not? We'll never know. The best way to deal with it is, try to live with the choices me made, the path we took. Make the best out of it. That's survival.

If Edward Cullen could read my mind I'm sure he'll shut his mind reading ability when he's around me. He'll be like "Why is this woman thinks so much? Can she chill for a second, I'm trying to read other people's minds too. Her mind is loud!". I'm an over-thinker I know. I hate it too sometimes. Well, mostly. You know when there're times when we're mad at someone, but then our mind tries to make sense of it and suddenly we understands the reasoning for them to do so. I HATE THAT SO FREAKING MUCH. I mean hello brain, we supposed to hate them, hate what they did to us, and feel sorry for ourselves. Why did you have to over-analyze things. Now its hard to be mad at them because I now understands their point of view. I hate you brain. Can you just feel? Feel the pain they gave us and move forward? I mean can you like motivate me more rather than trying to walk in their shoes? You're my ally, you supposed to back me up. Not them!