On

Life goes on no matter what I do. Life continues no matter how much I cry, or how much I beg to die. I'm glad that I am able to continue, even when I complain about the simplest things, I complain about myself most of all, but I manage to continue. Its easy for me to get up every morning, even when it was so hard to get to bed the night before. Its easy for me to look upon the new day with a fresh mind, as if everything has changed back to the perfect world. But I think after everyday I wear down faster and faster, days seem to get harder by the end more and more. Its easy for me to say that I love everyone. Its easy to say that the world is so beautiful. It is easy to say that life is worth living.


I am calm