Up, down. Up, down... I have good days, and not-so-great days. Sometimes I feel, as I put it "a bit blue". I've wondered whether or not what I have constitutes actual depression sometimes, but I don't imagine so, at least not at this point. This time last year? Probably. But they say that's caused by a chemical imbalance in your brain, would that mean that situational unrest doesn't count? No idea.
I'm beginning to suspect that everyone has some secret, silly sort of dream or desire. Something they know is completely absurd but can't help but want in their heart of hearts. For me, it's music. I have tried countless different instruments, but I've got the stupid fingers, no way around it. I can't carry a note, my voice cracks and is completely unstable. But when I'm on my own, at home cleaning or driving someplace, I BELT it out. I'm not musically inclined, and it's not realistic AT ALL to try and pursue it, but it's silly and fun and makes me feel good.
Overall, and despite myself, I'm really, really happy right now.
Here's something rad: Kick Ass Kicks