Fuck You and Your Thinking

I have the horrible habit of thought. 

I think, and think, and think, and fucking think so much, it gives me the fucking worries. Not just worrying about myself, but to others as well. 

But sometimes it's a gift. 

I think and think, of reasons, answers, questions, giving me a wide scope of the world around me. At the rate I'm thinking, I maybe a super genius, if I wasn't too lazy. 

And the double-edged sword of this is the possibilities I think of. 

It's good in a way that I don't stop questioning. Through all these thinking, I have come to a conclusion that there is nothing defined, nothing fated, nothing true. Every step, every breath, every fucking second, any and all possibilities may happen. In our current universe, the things that you do will overlap a parallel one, in a sea of multiverse, a universe similar to our current one but maybe different in certain events. There are an infinite number of possibilities, resulting in the millions of parallel universe, but once a second has past, another square of cement is added in front, and it continues. 'Then why is there so many if only one is chosen?' You may ask.

Fucking Time Travel. 

The only way to access the other parallel universe is to go back in time, and fucking rewrite History. Basically, time travel removes the cement so you can choose to place the next cement block on random. It still undergoes another set of possibilities, so you just made a new set of universes. It may end up the same, who knows? Or you may even get stuck in a loop forever due to constant use. By doing so, all you need to know is you can never go back to the original one. 

Let's say, I decided to be a fucker and made the alphabet backwards, Z being pronounce as 'aaa' and so on, or 2 is pronounce as 'three', I would fuck up the system. If I ever try to stop it by going back in time to stop me, I create another set of possibilities. 

*random rant below*

See, that how fucked up over-thinking is. It fucking screws with your mind. It makes you weird to others. Imagine people thinking 2 is pronounced as 'three' in our current world, they would be discriminating you for saying so and fuck you inside out, and call you 'stupid' and 'weird'. It not wrong to say that, cause if I was to fucking time travel, it would be true if I did so, or will it? Who the fuck knows? So sometimes society don't let you be who you are because you are different, and therefore you have to follow the masses to survive, but no one said you can't be an individual inside. We no need to comment, but we know the answers to say inside.

Back to the point, it good in a sense that it stimulates my brain to that level of trying to think something so simple, becoming into something so complicated. 

I just did a paradox somewhere up there, or oxymoron. 

Anyway, the bad thing is that, I fucking worry too much for people, of something that didn't or might not even happen. I guess many of us do have this in common, but not the one above though. 

Like the title said, FUCK ME AND MY THINKING. 

I blame the post today on my Horoscope, being a Pisces-Aries Cusp. It's like having to fucking opposite personalities, like a bad and a good side, a dark and light, a leader and a follower, inside of me, forever raging and battling with one another.

Ah, fuck being bipolar, it's awesome.