• Your idea of normal stings a bit. Stings like all those jellyfishes and hydras that we've been studying in Biology. 
• One more month of swallowing down everything. One more month, but I don't want it to end for the sheer possibilities of  people becoming strangers the following year. The idea of building up walls of security again and demolishing them to let people in  again exhausts me. The mere idea of it. 
• I feel alone, too.
• I need someone to understand me, too.
• I overthink, too. And I hurt myself by all the thoughts that form in my mind.
• And I think this year, this whole year has broken and destroyed me quite a bit. Academic stress and all the whirlwinds inside. 
• Laughter is like a drug, for me now. I'm drowning myself in laughter. 
• I'm not exactly thriving, but I guess I've mastered the art of faking it through. I've mastered the art of anger management through boring holes on my Math scratch paper. 
• Sometimes, I don't know where I stand. Sometimes, I feel a bit worthless. 
• I just have these influxes of anger inside me, all in little clusters. 
• I want to barf.
• I've been so happy these past two days. 
• On the edge happy. Like someone might take away that temporary happiness.
• And someone will.
• Tomorrow will.
• Tomorrow might be better.
• Or tomorrow might be your robber. 
• Tomorrow is another day. Tomorrow is, surely. And I have to be real about this. Pessimistic, yes, but it's almost like an instinct, or that pull in the gut. I know the feeling. Tomorrow will be my robber. 
• I have God. God understands me. Everything has a reason. He listens to me. Yes, I have God and the security of my blanket tonight. 
• And if tears may fall, they'll catch the freefall. 
• I'll follow this up with blank posts. Just because. Just because. Just because.
• </3
• hey, cheer me up.