Maybe pessimism is just a manifestation of high expectations. So whenever something good happens, it invariably becomes and anomaly.
Sometimes, I don't know what I am waiting for. It's because, there's only so much I can wait for in one single moment. By the time I am done deciding and picking something to wait for, the moment passes and I am left wondering once more.
I reached the summit of my disorders and it's time to start the climb down.
The oddest things are beginning to catch my attention once again, an inconsequential lyric, a new taste or a new shade in the sky. I am living in my own hyperreality.
Today morning I woke up in panic wondering what was lined up for the day, and I realised, absolutely nothing.
This past month I have felt a hundred emotions and I have so much to tell you all.