Suddenly when i started writing, i got reminded of that hole i fell into once. Or twice i should say. The second one worse than the first. I forgot how i got out. Just one day i decided, screw it. Why am i feeling so damn crap about myself.

But at that time, writing  about it helps. Because the screams from my heart was spoken. This time, it just serves as a reminder every single time i read it that how pathetic i am.

Was flipping through inferno again to find this excerpt that was pretty thought provoking and i thought i took a photo of it. Technology's slave.

' The world will come to an end in a projected date due to overpopulation. '

I bet most of the people  will just ignore this sentence. I did. And i took it as just a fictional sentence. If i were to google more to prove its reliability i would probably find out more.

But i wont. And i didnt.

That was the idea of the excerpt i was so interested in.

Denial. Impossible, or unthinkable?
We all deny. Some, more than the others. But we all do. It's apparently a in built mechanism of the human brain, if not we will all probably go crazy because of stress and all the thoughts about things that may happen. The possibilities of events occuring increases exponentially as the day passes and  at the end of the day, you'll have a mental breakdown if you freak out.

And example would be reading a news article online about some accidents happening/ tragedy somewhere on earth. You'll probably sympathise for a whiwle being flipping to other channels and thats the denial kicking in so you wouldnt think it happens to everyone and freak out. You think, that wouldnt happen to me. Impossible, or unthinkable?

And they say, creatures of higher iq have stronger denial tendencies.

I just know, i want myself to be happy, and i want people around me to be happy. Is it that hard?

And Though i never like explaining myself, i explained a few of my thoughts recently, and i think it didnt go as bad as i thought it would, but still, it wasnt the same.