thought

I'm sad, I'm depress.
My head hurts and so does my heart.
The reason, I do not know
Maybe it's just life
Maybe it's my stomach

I want happiness
Laugh and smiles
I want to be appreciative of everyday

Why do we get sad even knowing that we don't have it as worse off as other?
Are we selfish?
Are we dumb?
Unappreciative?

I'd like to just think that we're humans and are not perfect

Do/ Do not

I heard something the other day, "in my writing I can be perfect. Say the right things, do the right things, and not mess up". Even if what this person said is half right it made me feel like I would not like to live in that world. A world that is "perfect". A world with no mistakes.

I hate this world

I love this world

If I did not hate this world I couldn't love it. If I did not love it then I could not hate it.

Think what you'd like with what I said.

I love writing but I would not love to just write or live in fiction. The line between fiction and non fiction is thin but it does not mean it's not there