Good days.
I don't really have good days.
Often I don't feel very good at all.
It's strange.
Sometimes I lack the ability to feel things.
I don't understand my feelings anyways.
Bad days.
I don't like having bad days.
But in a sense, all I know is how to have a bad day.
An uncomfortable misery.
So common, it's almost comfortable.
I wish I knew how to have good days.
I wish I knew how to do a lot of things.
But everything I wish for is merely fantasy.
At least until I stop having bad days.
I don't know how to right my wrongs.
I'm too comfortable in my error, despite it being so uncomfortable.
One day I wish to fill the void.
The grey area, my bad day attachment.
Sooner or later.
Not now, but maybe someday.
-Maybe Someday.
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Written By evalicie
