sorrow and sadness is such a part of me. i could be depressed but haven’t been diagnosed.. so it’s not clinical depression… as far as i know.
i think it started when i was young and when things started disappointing.
when i was young, i was so excited for this life i was born into but nothing was what it suggested to be. the world is a giant ball of hypocrisy in so many ways.
bottom line: i came to know this broken world and see how messed up it is.
everybody’s messed up. i said, everybody.
what’s different is, it’s not necessarily bad. i consider it a necessary sorrow.
it’s like, given the state of this world, if you’re not at least a bit sad, then i don’t know what to say. if you’re not at least a little weird, then you’re weird?
how can anyone be normal in this crazy world? be ignorant. which i just can’t do.
i’ve come to accept it and even be happy with it.
well i don’t know. i’m still figuring it and life out.
