wallflower

I don't remember what it feels like to be really sad. You know that feeling of pain that threatens to rip you into pieces? I don't remember that. I can't recall what it's like to spend every moment wondering how people can smile when the world is falling apart around them. I suppose that's a good thing. It means that I've moved on from... well, there's always something to move on from. At the moment I'm just feeling bored. And un-interested. And annoyed. And tired...

I know that any effort I make is worth it in the end. I know it. But right now I don't believe it. I don't know, maybe it's just one of those days when everything seems like the world's biggest uphill climb. One of those days when you wake up in the morning, the sky is grey and full of rain and you have so much to do that somewhere along the way it's just too much to care.

People really should stop whining about Obama's Peace Prize - if you wanna whine about something, then whine about the fact that Hitler almost got it.