Home Sweet Home

I survived th night better than expected. I don't think i should rely on sleep as much as i've tried, hence im in darkness and getting lost in music, instead of my mind. This is definitely not a post worth reading, but its always worth writing. I'd like t think th sadness has faded, but little emotion eventually fades away in fact. Though sadness has been replaced. I don't feel sad anymore, i don't see why i should. I can't regain all th days i've wished i didn't wake up t this world. Life fuckin' sucks at times, but if ever there was a day that i could wish for something, anything. I wouldn't. I wouldn't wish for an achievement i haven't worked for, nor for a physical aspect, or surprisingly for a mind that could control my thoughts. I have everything more than sufficient t keep my heart beating, t feel contentment. A mind corrupted by thoughts that shouldn't be feeding on it though, but society can't tell me who or what i should be. Nobody actually, no other but myself.  I feel freedom in my head. Not too sure if i'd wake up th same, but all that matters is now. Sadness, its like cancer. It eats upon you. But anger. Anger its like fire, it burns it all clean. Surely if we knew what anger held in store, we'd shrink back in fear and let th cup of life pass us by untasted. But us, humans, we rarely think beforehand. All we have is now, all we'll ever have, is now. No sadness should last long enough because it eventually evolves into anger. And today seems like a perfect day t dig it all up and out of me, and throw it on someone's face.