Days upon days, it seems like I’m stuck in eternity. Except, I’m getting older, and my life is slowly passing me by. Everything I want, is right here. I’m happy with what I’ve got. I really am. I just wish my attitude would show that. Last night, I thought, “If I feel so terrible, so sad, so hateful of myself, doesn’t this mean things can only get better?” I mean, I can’t cry and be in this state forever. A hill has both a downside and a highside too…doesn’t it? If I’m feeling so much self inflicted pain, then doesn’t this mean it will end soon? Things will always end. Even the bad things. Time is a gift from God, really. Today was another day. Another Monday. Work is good. I’m really, really happy to have a job. It feels great to come home from doing something productive. I made hardly any mistakes. I’m getting used to things. There’s a lot to do know, I guess. I wanna play something. Watch TV maybe. I think today is a good day. I feel content.
