Floating
Im not an expressionist but i am okay with words, even though i dont tend to use many, so I have to apologize for not being able to fill my little block of internet specified unloading corner. Im sick and it blows but what else is there to do but persevere? Just keep pushing at the world that likes to beat me with a large heavy stick. For me Life is a constant battle for sanity and stability. A good day can be described as a day that i dont let myself fall into a sort of depression, where I can be normal,and I dont lapse into solitude. Part of the problem comes from not being upset at being in solitude, being more creative and sort of self absorbed but also secure in a lowly presence of mind, or depression as i guess everyone would call it, I dont know what else to call it, though that doesnt quite hit the nail.The other half of the problem comes from being just a secure if not more as an ecstatic,joyous, happy ...well...15 year old, only its alot easier to be a depressed little 15 year old then a happy one. Its so hard sometimes but i am glad to say that despite being ill and coughing up blood before lunch, I had a good day today. For that I can thank my amazing girlfriend and my friends. Its nice to be at ease...