M i n d

I understand now.

I cant force myself into betterment after dealing with it only for a few minutes. Even the smallest cuts needs more than 1 or 2 minutes to heal, so why should i be so hard on myself? Why do i keep tantalizing myself and be affixed with the thought of me being the most miserable person in the world?

Let people love. Or even let people hate. Trash or no trash. Separate them and find some good in them. I know now too, that as a matter of fact, nice people can be nasty too haha. But its okay, i'll manage. I get sad too sometimes. And the voices seemed a little less chaotic when i listen to music and dip my feet into the cold shallow pool. I was shivering hahaha. But it felt therapeutic in a way.

As i walked back to my room, wearing a pair of oversized yellow flip flops now wet from the chlorine infused water, i exchanged smiles with an ordinary guard who was just doing his job. The squeaky sound of my flip flops excites me. Slow paced walks became a prideful stride. And proceeds to a whimsical skip.

I felt content.
I got better.
I got happy. Again.

Oh how wonderful.

*bang*