The not so unfamiliar feeling is over me again, I can't seem to get it away. It's gonna be like this for a week perhaps, but do I hate it or not? I find myself already accepting this, and maybe that's why I don't dig my whole in the ground. Sometimes life isn't easy, the funny thing is that I don't have anything to feel bad about, I don't have anything to blame myself for, yet I do. I'm not comfortable writing these words, so I'll stop. All you need to know is that I'll be fine. But it's autumn, that explains some things.
All I keep telling myself is that the show must go on, and it will.