Problems disappear when one realizes that they ceased to exist in the first place.
Sometimes...life is crap. *sigh* I loathe using live journal as "my escape", but here I am again doing so. Guess old habits die hard. But it's just that...well, not much has gone my way today. I realize that in about a half an hour the day will be over, but I still feel like crap currently. It's just so hard to throw off a bad mood once you get yourself into one. I really did try though, I swear I did. Somehow I feel like pushing myself to be happy only caused the depression to turn into anger, however. I did feel a little better after I got back from the gym and had the chance to physically vent and of course I numbed a majority of the pain through homework...but those methods only work for so long. I just really don't want to see myself regress back to the same type of shit I put myself through last year. Doing my best to ensure history doesn't repeat itself. So, hopefully tomorrow will be fine. There's always another day, there's always an early release day this Thursday for me to fall back on. And I feel like I have been rambling on for perhaps 100 words without really even saying what it is that is bothering me. And maybe that's because I don't truly know. I know certain instances that have agonized the situation, but I don't think I can trace it back to any one single source...unless I really had to consider it, which I refuse to...But now that I'm really reflecting upon the past 24 hours, I've realized that I wasn't truly sad in the usual sense of the word today, I've been much worse on other days. Yea, I practically cried listening to a song earlier but I've been perfectly content and had that occur, as fucked up as that sounds...Ultimately, I wish that we could stop living our lives in order to live our lives. Now I'll let you ponder that last sentence for a while.