Indefinite story 393

I was having a talk with my mum after dance about human relationship , be it with kids , adults or lover. Was just whining about how this society is right now, how many bastards and bitches there are in the world , how I still prefer staying alone. Mum suggested I should just write a book about all these. Pretty true. Maybe a new goal in life , just that I guess I will never have that great english command to even publish it.

New realisation of myself recently, started to give lesser opinions or comments that I felt that I lost the ability to even think. Mum said that I was just being immune and cancelling situation out of my mind.