itsallgoodman
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- May 24, 2022
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I'm sorry for how pretentious this post is probably gonna sound because of the way I write. All I'm really trying to say is pretty much just the title and that good days end but bad ones don't.
To express myself more accurately, the times in my life that I have been happy have consisted of nothing but a scattered number of temporary and fleeting good days that are quickly leveled in the morning into a comfortable but not extraordinarily happy mood. At least, not a mood even close to how I felt the day before.
After a very short time, I quickly descend into the pit again, pained by a loneliness only staved off by the comfort of hearing those knocking from below; only to realize that those knocks came from no one but myself, and myself from tomorrow. These brief driftwoods of hope quickly get swallowed by an ocean of unrelenting suffering, an ocean in comparison because waking up from a bad day does not bring a mild discomfort, but those selfsame pains I went to sleep with, as opposed to a good day that leaves me at a baseline afterward.
To express myself more accurately, the times in my life that I have been happy have consisted of nothing but a scattered number of temporary and fleeting good days that are quickly leveled in the morning into a comfortable but not extraordinarily happy mood. At least, not a mood even close to how I felt the day before.
After a very short time, I quickly descend into the pit again, pained by a loneliness only staved off by the comfort of hearing those knocking from below; only to realize that those knocks came from no one but myself, and myself from tomorrow. These brief driftwoods of hope quickly get swallowed by an ocean of unrelenting suffering, an ocean in comparison because waking up from a bad day does not bring a mild discomfort, but those selfsame pains I went to sleep with, as opposed to a good day that leaves me at a baseline afterward.