I feel like the world is telling me that I don't deserve happiness. When I got my shit together, all the disastrous news just come out all at once. Like there's a cause-effect shit going on. When I'm depressed, everything around me is just chill. This first month of this year has just been, chaotic. My personal life, not so much. Well, I still got a mental thing going on, but socially, nah. I've been doing chores, and my room is spick and span.
This is just my psychotic thoughts going at it again. I know there isn't a correlation between the disasters and my highs/lows.
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