I guess I do the right things at all the wrong times.
Something from earlier this week is still bugging me. The fact that people can't appreciate art and emotion for what it is. That they have to judge everything their eyes see and ears hear. That it's almost impossible for someone to understand what they see without trying to hurt the people that created them. Oh the people in this strange world.
Today was a long day. Everything is the same. Just like before except different. I hate it. But it is what it is. Even if that's as far away from what I want, it's all I can have.
