I am not sure if I am happy or sad. I could be both. The thing is, I am happy with the fact of where I am right now, but I am not that happy with what I am doing
It’s getting bad again. I’m losing myself to my emotions and fears, and it’s swallowing me whole. Long ago, I had pretended to be happy; And now I have to do it again. The arguments and urges continue, and I feel like a child standing motherless in a grocery store. I’m not sure where to go anymore.
Sometimes, on one of my bad, bad days, I wake up and I cry.
I go eat breakfast, then cry.
I do my daily crap, then cry.
I come home and cry some more because I don’t see what’s left.
I told my friends a while ago that The Mystical End was coming.
I think it’s here.