.sad.

Sometimes people get sad. I do. Sometimes I know why I get sad, or I can at least pin-point it. Today, I’m sad, but I don’t know why. It’s overcast and pretty gloomy outside, but this isn’t gloomy weather sad. This is the kind of sad that scares me. The kind of sad that lasts for a while. The kind of sad that I just can’t sleep off. It makes my brain churn. It's the kind of sad I knew too well. 

[Just as I got to this point of this blog, I got a call from a friend. I will stop writing this entry, because my heart feels a little happy right now.]

“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.” 
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower