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have you ever had an itch that you really, i mean really need to scratch. i know i've experienced it before, that it is so frakking annoying. it is annoying because part of you don't really want to scratch it. *have no idea if frakking is a word. but who cares i like the way it sounds. ok, going back to the frakking topic*. but yet the little voice in your head says go ahead man. there's nothing to lose. but after scratching that frakking itch you realize that it is all not worth it. either it sucks or you would just end up feeling guilty for scratching it or you might think that it is not worth the frak. or you could find it amusing or good. arggghhh. so complicated la. and you wonder why the frakking hell you've put yourself into. and yet somehow you've already know the answers but the neurons in your poor pathetic brain could not register the freaking data. 'ah gawd, what's happening.'

was it worth it scratching the poor little itch that you have? i have no frakking idea. maybe. but was all of it worth it? nah, i don't think so. it was not worth a freaking frak. sigh. life. double sigh. the things we put ourselves through. why oh why. as you grow older you might want to think that you are wiser than before but the truth we're not. we're just getting wiser due the experiences that we went through. and what we know today was important for all the decisions that you've made in the past. but yet, if you could turn back time, would you go on scratching that particular itch or would you say no?
each frakking decisions that we've made in the past, made us what we are today. good or bad. something that would make us look back and go 'awh gawd, damn it. shite'.