Dear Thirty-One,
Some days I'm sad. Not like crying, kicking, and screaming sad. But a simple sadness that lays on top. Like a scratchy old blanket. It isn't comfortable. Though you are used to it and need the warmth. So you don't discard it. Sometimes my sadness helps to realize that despite my dreamy mentalities their is a world around me that is ruthless and temperamental.
Maybe I need to watch a sappy movie or listen to bright music. Something...anything...to restore my happiness. Though, maybe I like being sad sometimes. It helps to keep a check to my personality.
Regardless its been a cold and quiet day thirty-one.
Sincerely,
Dre
