perkele

I've been climbing that big ol' winding staircase for some time now, I didn't realize it wasn't going anywhere. When you trip and fall, if the tumbling doesn't kill you, then the climb back will.

She says I smile to much. What the hell else does she want from me??? I could cry and moan, throw plates and punch holes in walls...but to what end? Angry just doesn't suit me anymore. So I have a smile, a spring in my step, because, honestly, it's not the end of the world. Bombs aren't going off, mushroom clouds haven't formed. The sun is still rising and the stars still shine.

So I'm getting on with getting on. She can kill me in my sleep if she wants...