OK. So...

Sometimes I get really sad. So sad that nothing seems worth it. Everything's just... pointless. I feel disconnected and distant, aloof and unaware. I feel grey and I feel hollow and I feel empty. I do not believe in myself and I do not believe in anyone else. Maybe, sometimes, I'm not empty, I'm filled with a violent, uncontrollable anger, and I feel it in my body, I feel it pulsing inside of me when I slam my fists into my mattress, or I'm filled with a sadness so deep that it cripples me as it winds its way around my legs, aaalllllllllll the way down until it plants itself in my feet, heavy. And the world is a hard, harsh place. And it's just not worth it. And mostly it's a lonely place.

I need days like today to remember. Late-summer sunshine is poignant, warm. Music so good, mannnnn, he was tearing up that guitar, makin it cry, makin my heart cry, but in a good way. In a way that made me move, made me wanna get up and say thank you. All of these beautiful people out enjoying this beautiful day. Because the world is truly a beautiful place.