today is 01/10/2019.
today, is a very bad day. i suppose my first true bad day of 2019. that seems like something to commemorate, so here i am. writing in my online diary about it. that’s normal, right? my health is failing me. my ability to be loved and love myself is failing me, too.
have you ever thought someone was a different person… or perhaps wished it was true, so hard… that you actually fooled yourself? if you haven’t, i don’t recommend doing it. because it only ends with heartache. why is it so difficult for some people to just care about your feelings or emotions? is it truly because they don’t love you (or perhaps don’t have the capacity to love you), even though they say they do?
love, you’re a let down of an emotion.