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(via yerawizardharry)

Sure. But there is no beauty in always doing the logical thing. There’s no point in leading a life based on self-absorbed assumptions about the future that could easily just be biased and wrong, especially if you’re not living and enjoying the moment. Don’t get me wrong, I love my brain. It’s been good to me. I just think there needs to be a balance. I also don’t think logic has to be selfish, like it always seems to be. Doing the logical thing for yourself all the time doesn’t necessarily make you happy either, nor does it make you a better or cleverer person than anyone else. Anyway, I think logic is overrated and unromantic.

7.17am, this is the earliest I’ve gone to bed in three days. Dawn light is my favourite colour of blue. And I still love him so much that it worries me. Sometimes I wish my heart didn’t have so much of a capacity to love or care, because then I’d be the cool one. But nah. If I love someone I think they should know, no matter how retarded it makes me seem. I was never very cool anyway. I love you too, friends, no matter how much I yell at you and ignore you and anything you. I wouldn’t be upset if I didn’t care about you and the friendship.

Sigh. I’m just tired and talking nonsense. Bedtime. I wish I had a pet to cuddle on strange-emotion-nights like these.