this is similar to a diary, you're reading how i feel at the moment. all in all, documenting emotions is hard, i can't seem to find value in my good times; enough value to make a chapter out of it. my madness, sadness, vanity and all the extra bits in between just seem easier to write a couple of lines about when it comes to divulging details.
when i'm happy, i'm happy. there seems to be no analogy, simile or adjective that can describe it better than saying that i'm simply happy.
i find beauty in the madness.
maybe because i have barely held on to my sanity these past months.
the only way to describe how i feel would be to call this stage in my life a 'denied orgasam'.
denying myself pleasure and seeking stress relief elsewhere.
pardon my french. but i could honestly care less.
3months and this will be over, another wall to climb over only to headbutt another one.
Lord give me strength.
