The smiles fall like acid rain.
Oh woe, morbid title.
Having a depressive day which is getting on my nerves. Although it's been like that since Sunday which makes it a depressive three days. I don't see why I'm saying this. Anyways, after a nice weekend where I was actually able to write and be creative I'm now feeling quite bad.
Life sucks. Yes, I get that by now. I'm sixteen years old, and vy that age everyone has come to the same conclusion. But why can't it suck all the time? Why does it have to have moments where your hopes are raised, you see some positive, some reason to hold on? Why do these times cloud your mind and make you think there is a reason after all for being here?
Because all too quickly, those times are forgotten, or worse, wiped away. Life turns in the pain once again and you realise that those moments were shallow steps of a passerby.
Hey, I warned you. Depressive title=depressive rant. Now, here comes the more hopeful stuff.
I remembered a good quote today. Pain makes us who we are. It makes us individual, it makes us human. If we hadn't have struggled through that tough time, would you have been the same person you are today, and is that a good thing? Thinking back, for me that's a definite maybe. All the crap makes you stronger, so you can deal with something worse next time.
This journal makes no sense. Anyway, I remembered Mother's Day *proud* And, erm, I bought chocolate and stuff. Yays. College is being utter crappola and I'm toying between 'can't wait to leave' and 'terrified at going' It's complicated, I'll miss people from my college and the neighbouring one, but at the same time it's so many early mornings and the free time that I can't do anything with because the bus service only comes once an hour so I can't go anywhere or do anything gets on my nerves.
Happy post next time, promise :)