Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

Smile. It helps, "yes because it's the bodily depressant". Life isn't easy. Life is like a project you never finish, in the end, what ever progress you had, is thrown away. Because death doesn't care what you did, hell death isn't even a person. It's nothing, it's your body giving up telling you its giving up just as much as you did, it's the end, but only for you. Not your loved ones, not the world, just you. These are the kind of thoughts I have that make me smile when I'm staying up late at night just staring at that spot on my ceiling. And on a good night I would shed a few years instead of crying for hours on end because I'm just not happy. This time I just feel asleep and dreamed about absolutely nothing. Which was honestly peaceful. Given the fact that nightmares would have been worse.i guess you couldn't call me sad, but you couldn't call me happy either. I'm just existing in the middle of the then labels that don't fit me quite right.