Just sad really...

I don't really know what to say...I've decided that sometimes it's just not right to think. Every story has a beginning, as in, I'm sure there's something I can talk about....but there's not. I can't think right now...life isn't something to be rushed, nor should my definition....sorry but I won't do that.
However, here is what I'll start off with.
If life can be described as an apple, it's how I look at it. Sometimes, there's this lovely outside, and a lovely inside. There's nothing wrong, just a nice red apple. But sometimes, it's nice on the outside, but a worm has seeped inside and is slowly devouring the apple, from the inside out. Causing the apple to slowly die. And, then theres the obvious. The nicely beated, rough skinned, covered with holes and not so lovely apple. I find that there are variations on all three, but to me, there are the main three.
I suppose the question is, which do you let control you...fear of becomming one of the other possibilities, or just the drive to not look at life that way...I dunno...this is just the beggining thoughts....
Goodnight.