I'm not perfect.
I'm not pretty or anything.
The sun stopped shining for me is all. The whole story is: I am sad. I am sad all the time and the sadness is so heavy that I can’t get away from it. Not ever.
"Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them."
~Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
So stressed and useless than I am feeling sick again.
Back from Oregon! I only spent 17 at Powells, and came home with Kokoro, a novel I’ve been wanting for a while, and the first book of Saga because I could no longer resist how beautiful it is.