My mind is flushed with many thoughts… It seems that tonight instead of falling in love like many lovers in the summery summer I found myself smoking a pipe and thinking about lovers, crushes and other crazy things. Should I message him? Should I stop talking to him? Should I be skinnier? Am I old? No answers seem to come out… What did I want? Could life be easier or was this a melowdrama made up by own thoughts and demons?He said trust god, but God seemed to have put me on hold…. Am I holding on to a meanless life?