Bad Days- Journal

Bad days. Bad days crumbled over each other and that’s my inspiration. Life seems based on the morals of “thing 1” and “thing 2”. Yeah, who would have thought I could form ideas from one of the simplest stories written by Dr. Seuss? But in truth, opposites attract. The worst thing that could ever happen to you might be recognized later as the best. They say the truth hurts, but today is the day I can handle the truth; laugh in the face of truth. What is “truth“? That life is one big blur no matter how happy you pretend to make it? And yet, being morbid just makes it go slower? There needs to be a perfect balance- where there is joy, there is sadness. But to realize this is how life needs to be, is depressing in itself. However, staring out the window, at life, just makes me envy what I could’ve had, if only I’d learned to let go. Compulsively pushing people is not exactly how I would’ve chosen my relationships to wither away. If they were going to go, I would have rather them do it on their own. Instead, my guilt suppresses me, as I sit here. Conscience eating me away, staring out that window.