I've been feeling pretty empty lately, so I have decided to just find something to fill me up so I can actually feel like the glass half full. Optimism is a blessing, yet a curse. How is that possible? The more you look for a solution, the harder it is to accept it because you want to keep looking for something bigger, something better, something that will magically make all your problems evaporate.

There's so many hours in a day, yet they're so empty. It's like the line from the Mikado, "who's to say that a day is only this long, maybe we won't have just 30 days, maybe we'll have 30 years of happiness". That was completely paraphrased, but it sure does sound pretty.

I keep doubting myself, and I keep thinking about the future so much that I forget to enjoy the present. I am missing all of these moments, all of these memories that I could be forming.

I'm sick, and my bones are heavy. I feel like I'm sinking, and everyday I have to wake up and pull myself out of the quicksand.

I want to enjoy everything, and I will. And nothing can stop me.