D I R T

I just went a bit crazy last night. I can handle it, I always do.

I'm still tired though
and I'm still mad at myself.


PS: I wish everyone would just be fucking happy. If everyone were happy, I'd be happy too. I mean that. Yeah, every day is a new day, but only when it reaches the middle. Every day begins and ends the same, and I never forget to put on my face. If the curtains raised for me, my "colors" would not shine through. The achromatics would be burning through instead, and I would unintentionally bring everybody I love down.

PPS: Attempts at college essays made me realize I don't know how to depict a sense of humor or happiness with words. I do have a sense of humor, I have a childish sense of humor. Why does everything I say sound so negative?