it's diffi-cult counting on the future, when i got the present. keeping that mystical balance among happy-now, everyone-happy, happy-yet-to-come, and fuck-this-shit, i may have already become what i despite the most; an adult. yes i want everyone to remain as they are, no matter what happens. but i surely may shift my balance around. i don't want to sign in and i dont want to say bye. why have we evolved so much?