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I can never really stay mad at you.

Please be fine.

I’m not fine, I’ve always been not fine.

But it’s unusual for me to see you like that.

I hate having to pretend that it’s ok, when it’s not.

I’m not ok. You’re not ok. Everything is not ok.

When will this stop.

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I don’t know. I feel like I should start working. But my pride prevents me from doing so. Am I just lazy?

Or I just really don’t like what I’m doing?

I really just don’t like what I’m doing.

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This blog is meant to be a virtual well of hidden thoughts. It is not meant to be understood.

It is a puddle of confusion.

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I’ve started a journey.

And I don’t know where I’m heading.

Will this lead to a cliff, with the howling wind biting at my skin?

Or will it lead to sunrise?