I never blog here when I'm feeling aright inside.

If I feel happy, I go outside and I enjoy the weather, I'll talk to friends and I'll be happy and loving.

But really, now a days, I just hate everything in general

I dislike it when people say things like

"Everything is going to be fine"

Because you know what? It won't be fine. One day, tell me from your grave that everything will be absolutely fine.

Nothing will be fine, the world will keep turning, and imperfections of the world will wander the earth like trolls, Turning things sour and horrible.

Nothing makes me happy.

I try reaching out to the boat that's leaving the shore, it keeps on moving, moving forward, its leaving without me, I lay stranded on the polluted island.

Breathing in the dirty air, I wander the shore, collecting debris, clutching onto my faint memories.

But I know.

I'm stuck here

While the world moves forward.

It hits me. And I have to sit down for awhile.

I don't think it's healthy for me to talk like this.

But as I sit here, laying on this hard wooden floor, with my laptop perched in my laptop like an eagle, I unleash these words into the world,unleashing my eagle onto the cyber web.

I wish I was more like the blogs I follow.

Blogging about happy things, pretty pictures, and what they did during the week.

But these things don't hold any interest for me anymore.

Just me and my thoughts here.

On this blog.

I can't even see my shadow anymore.

I don't know who I am anymore. And it pains me

It will never be fine.