Everyone deserves to feel happy. And it seems nowadays I know so many people who aren't.
And I feel as though I'm expected to console everyone when I'm not much different from them. It's times like this when I want to reserve a small patch of space, listen to fall out boy, cry and simply just think but then I'm crazy. Then there's something wrong with me. Because emotion is treated as an abnormality. Everyone always says that you can always count on them and call them when you're in your weakest moments. But just imagine the reaction when I'll call someone in tears, with no clear explanation and no clear reason but simply my sadness and then the whole perception, this whole facade I've worked to build is simply shattered by an occurrence. It's times like this I find it hard to remember I was fearfully and wonderfully made. Everyone should know they are infinitely loved. So I'm going to go. Put on Twenty One Pilot's 'Stressed Out' (good song) and contemplate life.
~Love, Scout
