I cried today, it wasn't nice feeling tears streaming down my face. I mean, today was a bad day. I googled "fuck it all". I thought in rough terms. I cried reading a direct message that said someone may or may not be here on August 10. I allowed myself to think, "I might not last that long."
But. I persevered. I survived. I made it through another day, said hello to the girl next door, got some sweets and leftovers, and moved on. It was hard to live through this day but I did. I fucking made it.
I, as a human, will do things I am not proud of. It will happen. As long as I can accept these mistakes will be made, I think I can accept bad days. Bad, horrible, no good, miserable, rotten, downright ugly bad days. Days like today, when you feel that you're alone in this one. Days like this, when you feel like you're never have a shoulder to cry on. Days like this when you think you've had enough. Days like this when you don't think you can go on, but somehow you do.
Yeah, I have bad days. I have bad moments. They cancel out good feelings, and that really sucks because I have really good days, sometimes.
I just have to keep creating good feelings. Survival allows me that opportunity.