A boy likes a girl. Assume that this is a true form of love and not a mere mild attraction. Now then, when one loves another, one would desire the best for her.
Here comes the conflict.
If was truly honest, he would never admit that he is the best. Now then, how does he allow her to like him back? He cannot.
For most people, sadness is the little dips in their otherwise steady happiness. For me, happiness is the peaks in my otherwise sad life. I am a total screw-up.
One house, 5 corners. One group: Commonly called "family." TV, radio, computer. All three vie for sound dominance.
And somehow, this is my fault. Somehow, it must be. I am blamed for most things. Blamed because I bother.
I am the eldest. I should take care of things. I should have control over my brothers. I could, if I wanted to. I'd much rather ignore them: why breed animosity? Nothing is achieved when you stamp your authority. In the past, perhaps. But no longer.
What am I worth, really? I know that this sounds like a cliche post about self-doubt. But still, when the youngest is the loudest and the most demanding, The second-youngest is the one who gets his way most of the time, And the eldest is the one who gets all the medical problems; The one who spends money on things that he does not want, Can you blame me (Yes, I am the eldest...)?
It has to be the thyroidism. Mood swings. Depression. Whatever. Right, just blame the thyroidism. Find a scapegoat and throw all that's wrong in your life at it. It's what people in the real world do, anyway...
