Bum

They get to bum every single day. I wish I could for just 1.

History is repeating itself. I hate that part of history. I love mine, but just hate that particular part.

Why do human beings worry so much? Why do we ask questions which contradicts and acts as a catalyst to whatever we are already in? Why do we like playing the devil's advocate when we should really take things easy and simple, living it day-by-day? Why do we always imagine the worst when nothing, and absolutely nothing seems to be going wrong? What you say, you can never be too careful?

Nothing is a sure deal in this world and you jolly well live with that. No one can or will ever promise you that you won't die tomorrow. So hell live the day to the fullest and don't ask so many why-s already!

I've had it with all of the above. I need a break. Holiday anyone? Thank you.