So, what now?
I'm pretty sure this happy facade will crack soon; you can only pretend for so long. It's beginning to get weak and strained, and worn around the edges.
Keep going, keep going, keep going, keep writing, keep writing. Keep your sanity. Get it out, don't keep it in. I kind of knew something like this was coming; I was too upbeat yesterday for my own good. It hasn't even been that long... but I can't stop trying.
It will change soon, I promise.
... I hope.
There will always be hope.
Take that, Oscar Wilde.
Yes, I am aware that I switch between talking about myself and talking to myself, but that's pretty typical of me lately.
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