does it always have to make sense?

Does everything have to have a beginning and an end? Must there be closure in everything that happens? Does everything always make sense? Im not so sure about that anymore.

It's strange how when you were young, things were pretty clear. But as you grow older and supposedly mature in all aspects, things start hazing.. Lines are blurred... White isn't just white anymore... There's off-white, pearl-white, don't-know-what-else-white.. You get the idea..

You think you've got it all figured out but you haven't. Its this never-ending internal battle that rages... I want to be able to predict the future, and yet, I don't. I want to try certain things but yet, I don't really? I want to feel certain feelings but I can't. I want to forget some things but I won't. Does this even sound like a rational thought at all? I hardly think so... But somehow, it makes sense... To me at least...

Just don't force me into a corner and try to trap me there. If I succumb, then the motive and the subject was right. But if I don't, don't blame me for not warning. There'll be hell to pay. I try to be fair, even if I don't like you, I don't go out of my way to pick on you. It's only because you gave me a reason to...
I don't like the way things are happening but don't force me to make a stand... I can live with certain stuff but if lines have to be drawn, then I'm sorry.