Well, at first it was just this non-dramatic careful knocking or a slight realization that someone might be in the vicinity, it didn't bother me at all and honestly - why would it? It was easy to get through and beyond the premise of what I figured to be problems, it was never something that I reckoned would punish me so hard in the future, nor did I ever believe it would actually do the very thing I hoped it would do to others. I can't say that I'm living a pitiful life, but whatever living does to someone, whatever I have endured to get no-where - it never matters, it just means that the circuits are overheating or less resistent to pressure the older you become.
It's a bother, and it never ends untill you end it. Thoughts?