The downfall...
I'm sad. I am resisting the temptation to slide into the demonic pits of depression. Sometimes it's just so easy to be angry or feel sorry for yourself, when really, life is perfectly normal.
The thing is, after having the best night of my life, I feel like nothing will ever amount to it. I am immune. Gossip is petty nothingness. Even sex talk doesnt ignite my fire, and that says something. I yearn to have that night back. I want to grasp the feelings and excitement of it all. But it's only a memory which slowly fades into a black hole of the past. Faces melt in my mind before I can memorize their features.
Why is life so fucking irritating at times? Why is it that I can't always be happy? I want to be free of the chains society grips me by, but I yearn for their secuity. I am lost
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