Have you ever had one of those days where you have an alright time. Not everything went right, as a matter of fact, some of it went in the shitter, but good things happened that made it seem... ok. And just when you seem to relax after that long hard day of work, disappointment, fun times and memories... something that was on the back of your head last night, comes straight back to destroy whatever good thoughts were settling you down.

It just drops a huge sack of bricks onto the scale of 'happiness and depression', that everyone has, which they try to adjust. It makes it so you cant sleep, keeps your eye-lids close, but then you are chased by memories of whatever it is. It could be money, close friends, family issues, or just some small little thing that fucks with everything. So you lay in bed, awake, thinking that you can will it away. It doesn't work, it hasn't worked, never worked in the first place. Then you think that exhaustion will make it leave. It works, but then it floods back the next morning or evening.

Finally you decide to get outta bed and type it into a journal, online, in hopes that someone else has the answer. But even if 'they' have the answer, it is hard to take in because it was so obvious in the beginning, you just didn't want to face it.

Well... the answer is there... Is it for me, is it for you? I dont know, it was never really clear.

Who wrote this journal again? I forget.