Trying to think outside the box… But what if that box is actually yourself ? Pretty complicated things to think on. However, with the help of the rhythm wandering around your mind, there is no limit on anything. Thinking is something unique, unique to us, humans. But do we actually deserve it? The things we have done so far with this ability that is given us. Cut the romanticism I don’t believe it was given. We made it. Because we are tend to create the things that will bring our ends. If an example needed, think about those writers and their masterpieces that actually led their death. Dazai, Pessoa, Zweig… They all thought thought and thought endlessly. But nothing is forever, their thoughts stopped eventually with a drug, a gun, a rope… You don’t have to be a famous artist, writer, or anybody to prepare your own end. You can simply, just, think on something.
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Ernest Hemingway 
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Sylvia Plath
Ernest Hemingway Osamu Dazai Sylvia Plath
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I hate when I can't hold in my loneliness. This crying has been happening too often, every other week now. What do normal people do when they get this sad? They reach out to friends or family, I think. That's not an option.
Mr. Robot
Four Weddings and a Funeral
Gareth: I've got a new theory about marriage.
Two people are in love, they live together, and then suddenly one day, they run out of conversation.
Charles: Uh-huh.
Gareth: Totally. I mean they can't think of a single thing to say to each other. That's it: panic! Then suddenly it occurs to the chap that there is a way out of the deadlock.
Charles: Which is?
Gareth: He'll ask her to marry him.
Charles: Brilliant! Brilliant!
Gareth: Suddenly they've got something to talk about for the rest of their lives.
Charles: Basically you're saying marriage is just a way of getting out of an embarrassing pause in conversation.
Gareth: The definitive icebreaker.
I Hate Everything About You-Three Days Grace
But I still don't miss you yet
Only when I stop to think about it
(...)
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?