Listening to: Trapped Under Ice
I don't feel that good about life right now. I suppose I'm bipolar or something and this will change later. So here's some regretful and structureless prose.
I miss believing in good things being certain. I miss promises unbroken, sacred things remaining sacred. I miss questions that had answers I could understand. I miss feeling like I belong somewhere; it has been so long since I've felt that. I miss hoping in the future. And feeling like I matter.
In summary, things are going great!