You know how our brain is divided into two hemispheres.
My brain's not responsible for anything I do. It's way too busy with its own business. There's an ongoing war inside my head. Left vs Right vs Left vs Right.
The right side, which controls my body's left side (a particularly clumsy and slow left side) is the depressive part of me. If it was up to it, I'd stay in bed everyday hoping for the ceiling to fall on me. This is also the part of my brain responsible for the most romantic, and also the most dark, thoughts. As you'd expect, these thoughts rarely come out of my head since this side can't really be bothered to do anything about it. Will it make a difference? Will it make the outside world a little less big? Will it make me a little less small? -- (I did not use smaller/bigger respectively on purpose)
And then we have the left side of my brain, which controls the very strong and ugly but still very optimistic part of me (I say ugly, because if you saw my profile on the right side it's nowhere nearly as beautiful as the left side (I'll say beautiful because I want to)). This part of my brain is particularly devoted to tire the left side with contradictory thoughts. And when the work is done for the day, it completely blocks anything the left side has to say. I sometimes think of this side as the bully in my head. But then again, this is also the part of me that makes me get out of bed every morning (or almost every morning) because it's just eager to see what's out there. Maybe there's something new, something that might just do the trick for today. Something to keep me interested on living, just because it's fun to find out what's next. This side is also responsible for those lame attempts to hit the wall, for changing gears in my car and for my terrible handwriting.
Every night, while I'm asleep they fight. As a result, I get wicked crazy dreams. I know Left won when I wake up and I don't feel a thing.
So my brain's basically siamese twins that hate each other.
(I CAN'T FUCKING CONCENTRATE)