Think... Turnoff.

Damn. I couldn't sleep on Friday Night.

A little remark goes a long way, and now, I can't sleep.

7 years ago, thought was always the first thing that comes to my mind.

Think before you move. Yeah, people might call you slow, and unresponsive, but think. Somehow, people seem to get the idea that I have a certain personality, but it slightly differs. it's really uncomfortable, and I cracked easily when people seem otherwise.

2 years later, I gave up. I just got to do whatever stuff I felt like doing. I have a sarcastic tongue, although my range of vocabulary wasn't that extraordinary. I thought about myself, how unlucky things could get me into, cursing whatever things come into my way.

Of course, people get pissed. That's why "waking up to your idea" comes in, and I just thought it over again, but this time, being silent seems to be a good idea. Topics in my clique were rarely interesting, save for a few. The good thing is that things didn't hurt me anymore. Nothing happens to me, nothing happens to things around me because of me. It felt good for a long while.

Now, that I think, it's better to let off steam for a while, a little at a time, and open up to people once in a while, but in the end, when people seem to think the least that their statements were acidic, their statements were always right, their statements were not a cause of a previous action that contributed to such a scenario, it's good to let them know, that I was a bit disturbed, and could respond with something better.

Not just squatting in one corner, obilivous to what's happening around you.

Next time. I will respond. With a voice.

Damn... I just cannot sleep.