Constance

Ideas are worst than facts. They are a trigger in our minds that only need something that activates them. I usually prefer to call them my natural enemies and best friends. Depending of what kind they are they can give me the most incredible delicious and passionated pleasures or ... they just can take out my breath in a second, and actually, they do. Fears are part of that wierd mass of bad ideas as a part of a descompensation of chemical components in your brain... But I still can not controll my manners when they come to me. I am incredibly susceptible in that way. One of the greatest cures of our days are the antidepresive pills. What could be of our generation with out them ... ? Sadly I can tell they are saving one part of our humanity that we desperetly need ... tranquility...mental stability...happiness?
So, instead of writting this piece of nonsense, should I go running to the drugstore and buy more pills...or should I buy a lipstick instead? what do you think?

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(Now you are thinking ... "this guy must be so depressed" and this is me thinking: "Got You ;)" you thinking: "Now this guys thinks what I'm thinkin!!" and me thinking: "...sorry, i am not going to mess up with your head again..bye..:)")