I’m done blogging.
Because I’m depressed. And my writing sucks when I’m depressed.
Because I’m not happy and I don’t want to write like I am. Don’t get me wrong—all the happiness you see here isn’t a lie. It’s fo realz. But I’ve learned lately that I don’t have to be happy. I don’t have to handle all these sucky things with grace and dignity and stuff. I’m allowed to be upset and sad and miserable. And I completely intend to be. For a little bit.
Because mostly I just want to write paragraphs that mostly consist of swear words.
Because everything sucks.
And on days when I feel happy, I’ll be happy.
Also I feel like no one reads this. Which is fine. But I feel lonely sometimes, and this only adds to it. And I might as well keep it it all to myself. I’m just gonna go be a lonely sad person on my own. I’ll come back when I’m happy. Which will probably be November 22nd when Alyssa gets home.
Or maybe tomorrow. We shall see.
In the meantime, if you’re not my FB friend, here are some of the Halloween party pictures.
[Title from Sing For Me by Yellowcard]