∞∞∞∞

contradicting as it seems. The more i think of it, the more i see it, the more it’s killing me and i didnt even try refraining myself from it. Its not tht i didnt try, i did, but its unproductive. I think i need assurance to satisfy me. Then again, it’d still bother me. Am i being too dim-witted?
However, i’ve tried to remind myself of the littlest things that makes life worthwhile. But its usually the negative ones which makes a greater impact.