Sure, at the same time I was happy, because I have my daughter.
And yes, I was aware that it wasn't the end of the world, but rather the transitioning into the age of Aquarius from the age of Pieces.
But, I was kind of hoping...maybe it's my yearning of a post-apocalyptic world.
Kind of sick, right?
But we all know I'm not exactly the most normal person out there...
I guess I just want something...interesting to happen.
I'm tired of the same thing day in and day out.
There's no excitement.
Sure, there are other means of excitement, without the deaths of billions.
But like I said, I yearn for a post-apocalyptic world.
I at least wanted the Reptilians to show up.
But I guess they kind of did, it's just that they have yet to unmask themselves.
Man, I love being crazy...
It's nice to be writing again.
Just a shame not many people actually read this...why does no one use Blogger anymore?
I guess it's a good venting spot, though...
Not much to vent, I guess.
I don't really vent online. Don't need random people knowing too much about my personal life.
You understand, I'm sure.
Sure, I could make an anonymous blog.
But no one even reads the public one!
I'm not ashamed to admit that people don't read this stuff.
In all reality, I don't really care.
Just means less people to judge me.
Sure, I'd like for people to read it.
But I'm not sure how many people could really deal with my writing style or topics.
I'm not the best at writing, admittedly.
But I don't think I'm too terrible.
But there's always room for improvement...
Maybe if I was more consistent with my writing, I would actually have readers...
I just get so sidetracked.
That, or everyone just uses Tumblr.
Which I also have.
I just don't get on too often.
I guess I could always post this blog account on there...
Anyways, wanna get into some serious shit?
I don't write much anymore because I can only write (I think, at least) when I'm depressed.
I haven't really gotten depressed lately.
It's nice.
I love being happy.
However, I do miss writing.
I just don't know how to put out happy writing, it always sounds so generic.
Maybe I'm just really awkward.
Sometimes I want to feel a hint of depression, just to see if I can still feel it.
But once I get that hint, I want it gone.
And it's not like it happens often. I was depressed the other night for the first time in I don't know how long.
I guess I always feel like emotions can be broken and that mine are...
Is that too weird? Maybe not weird enough for me.
Maybe I just got so used to being depressed that I forgot how to be happy.
Then I relearned.
And I'm generally happy all the time.
Now I've forgotten how much it sucks to be depressed, until it happens every now and again.
It's nice to be happy.
I think this is the first time in my life that I have been genuinely happy.
All thanks to my (developing) daughter.
I guess it's true, in the end, everything is alright.
Discuss.
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