And the time was 23:23.

Timing has been very odd, the past year, all on the littlest of choices. Like walking one way and not another, meaning you met someone you wouldn't have, and that could change your whole day, never mind the rest of your life.
Alot of events in my life seem to be based on timing, just one or two seconds waiting somewhere can change everything, if someone says something at a time when just don't hear it or vice-versa and ect., can change everything from cheap pizza to friendships, it's amazing what moments can do and undo.
There are hundreds of examples of this I've found.
When nothing is pre-arranged, and friend finds friend, it's all down to timing.
Big things in my life have the wrost of timing, small things have been getting better.
Tomorrow I'll need to enter a logical frame of mind, cutting off some of my emotions.
While this may help with a maths prelim, it won't help me mentain this good mood I've been having.
And let the never ending swallowing be allowed, for there is too much water.
I shall depart to the world of speechless-ness.
The world of my dreams.
Goodnight, goodbye, any remaining readers of this spot of my mind.
Still don't know why I feel like I should go on untill the end of box it gives you.
Maybe I feel I should write more, but not enough to bore.
Anyway, as long as there's no space reading going on, I'm fine.
Be Seeing You.