I am at a age where I am pretty mucked up. One day I like the blue cup, the other day makes me want to throw it far away from me and watch it break into so many tiny pieces with a horrifying cackle coming out of my mouth. I can't decide what to do anymore. I am going bald, with me always pulling, twirling and tugging at my every stray lock. Choices, isn't it? Choices are very difficult. If we don't make a correct 'choice', well the road's going all the way to hell. The mind gets fickle, all the thoughts coming to you all at the same time, and you writing them all down thinking they are good points ( which I am doing by the way XD ). *shrugs* But it is said, I suppose, people do their best under pressure. It's the worst time. Under pressure your mind becomes confused and you want to try out all the things at once. I saw this one right now when I was watching MasterChef (no offence...great show). Even the great cooks cracked under the pressure, the res...