Have you ever...

-lovela:

Unfortunately, they continue. I hate this. I hate how they slowly creep up on you. You can be amazing one moment and in personal, internal chaos the next.

I’d like to say that I hate you, but I don’t. I hate myself for not hating you.

So, as those darn kids now say in that 21st century trend: FML.

I feel so much hate emanating off of this post, as if a dark black aura was pulsating from the very screen. I remember these feelings, like a sick rerun of a show you hate to watch. Fortunately I cut off the problem at the core and harnessed the power of the positive moments.

Which brings me to my own physical pain right now. The nice moments take most of it away, or distract me from it, but when the night rolls around, and the lone screen comes in to fruition, the pain is there, and persistent. 

But life will get better. It always does.