sapphire777

no miracles for me, billy. 'tis a rarity that one can make you so happy without also making you so sad. if you ever wonder if it's worth it to let your heart break because you can't let go of the bliss, it is (you will probably keep wondering anyway). so, how can you know true happiness without knowing true pain, and how do you know you are really that happy without knowing that pain? answer: because it's perfect and it doesn't matter what it it or isn't anyway. i'm tired of knowing how bad it can be and knowing that it can be so much worse. and that is briefly what consumed my mind as i fell asleep for a nap after reading billy's journal. sigh, it's times for bed. i'll stop talking now....
nice fucking journal, billy