I ask to many hypothetical questions. Apart from the obvious that the answers are interesting, I'm entertained on the glimmer of drama I partially immerse myself into.
I bore a lot. And I get tired easily. Just like a lifeline, when it's a plain, stable line in the middle it only mean one thing- death. For me, stability can only mean death. Something's just couldn't move on anymore. It's just there, sitting for no more reason. Maybe that is why I ask too many questions. I succumb to make believes, this time on a not so dreamy imaginary story. No matter how we try to elude drama, when we are deprived of it we create some for ourselves. In my case, I imagine and ask questions. I'll drown you with 'What ifs' and it's much appreciated when the answer is honest and not ideal.
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