I’m not always happy and that’s normal. There’ll always be time in my day that I’ll just wander around my thoughts then will suddenly be down. I’m not bipolar or something. I’m not a pessimist either. It’s just that I can’t help thinking those down thoughts. Perhaps I believe they make my day thrilling and horrible. It’s quite cool, actually, giving myself stress and problems to think of. You may think I’m crazy as hell and you’re probably right, but those also help me keep myself standing up.
They’re exciting, but too much of it can cause me to kill what I feel. So, often, I make sure it’ll not reach its boundaries. Days will be boring as death if you’ll not solve even a single problem.