thefuckitexperiment

Every time I look at her, my perpetually stoic face breaks into a smile and my pulse quickens, and there ain’t nothin’ I can do about it.

‘tis going to be a good day. (:

I will be fine. The sad days will always come. Sometimes it’s counterproductive to fight it and better to sit down in it. Not drown in it, not let it take over, not settle down for a long visit, but breathe in and allow it to pass through you. I will be okay. I just have little energy and I’m feeling emotional and a little sad and the small and big things that on better days wouldn’t weigh me down are too heavy to push away, and so I sit down in my chair and rest until I’m strong enough to overcome them.

(Oh, the sweet taste of self-deprecation, how I have missed thee)

I won’t ignore The Darkness, but I won’t let it prevent me from seeing the bright spots either. I won’t drown in it, as tempting as it is to give in to the intoxicating familiarity of it and let it pull me into its bottomless embrace.

The Darkness is threatening to take over. But I’m facing it head-on, and I’ll get through it.

‘tis been a good day.