Seems like everyone's finding/creating their own happy ending nowadays... Everything's working out, huge realizations, inspirations everywhere... What about mine? Is there ever going to be an end? Why does everyone else seem to live in an eternal fairytale, while mine's just a nightmare throughout.. People catch them when they fall. Am I falling, have I fallen, am I buried? I don't even know anymore. . .

Sorry for being such an eeyore on this space but it's just the way I'm feeling now.

I had a bad day. Tried to do my journal in the morning but couldnt so I cabbed home. And stuff kind of happened so it totally ruined my mood for the flea so I didnt go. I went to toufu's intending to get some motivation to finish the db journal but we fell asleep while doing endless colouring... Jokes............................................................................................................