Why is it that I am more sadened by the fact that I can't go to any of Mest's final tour than the fact that I won't be home for my nephews' 2nd b-day? Why do I want, and slightly need, a man-child that I know would be extremely bad for my mental state? Why do I get more apathetic every day? What will make this go away? How am I supposed to carry on when all I can think of is how to stop it all? I don't understand how I can smile at people I just want to scream at? And how I can walk through the pain? When will I be happy again?
braddropout:
What you have just described, is probably how 99.9% of people actually feel. Basicly, life is just a long running series of feelings and emotions that you hide from everyone else, every single day. We all live a lie. It's just the way things are. You're only ever as happy as you want to be. Look around you. I know for a fact you've got way more than a hell of a lot of people. Weigh it up. Count your lucky stars. Fucking cheer up. Dats an order 
