I’ve felt down many times. (yes, I understand I’m happier than millions of people, but let me whine a bit, it’s my blog, after all…)…but even when it had been so long that I had almost forgotten what the good things in life meant, there was this thing that kept me going. Not hope, not religion, not reason, but pride and vanity. My self-esteem went up and down, but not even when I felt completely worthless, I was too proud of myself to fall like that, to go down like that, to stay on the ground licking my wounds for longer than I had to.
And now I’m here. For a few weeks, I’ve been happier than I ever was in my life. For no reason at all, just as I’m sad now for no reason at all. I’ll be OK, I know it.
Tags: angst
