Would you rather be kept from certain things and be happy not knowing them?
Or would you rather have the knowledge and risk that happiness you've found?

Sometimes I tell myself I'd rather live that life of blind bliss. But then again, maybe not...

It's always nice to have a person care about you. But then all these strange thoughts come about and make things so complex. Why? WHY?
I think I tend to analyse things too much. Sometimes I think I need to carry a pen and paper everywhere I go in case I need to start annotating.