Don't even ask what is it that I'm feeling. I don't know. I really don't. Or maybe I do. But it doesn't matter. My brain refused to process it. I can't seem to make sense out of it.
Down, down, down. Yes. It's something like that. Like nothing good can ever happen. If something good happened, it's like a miracle. The bad things are like the 'must' here.
I'm starting to think, it is true. Life is about misery. Life is a long process of misery trying to torture all of us. Sigh. I'm not being suicidal or anything. No worries.
Just, it suddenly struck me that I was a dumb optimist all these while. In fact, I really feel that I was very dumb. How could I not realized? Disney will always have happy ending. But I'm not living in that magical land. In this real world, it's always problems after problems. It is only fair to think that by default, people should feel unhappy all the time.
And hence, those special times, if somehow or somewhat made you happy, those are rare. That should be like a gift.
The more I post, the more depressing it gets. Think I should stop now.
I guess for once, I'll say these.
No, tomorrow won't be a better day. Life will unfortunately somehow suck for everyone. Will be and always will be.
