But all good things come to an end, don't they?
I've been depressed lately. I don't know why. We all have our mood swings, I guess. I've started to argue a lot with my parents. Quite pointless, really. I question so many things, things that people can't answer, things that people can't ever answer. Don't blame me, I get motivated by the strangest of things.
"Question everything" - Discovery Science Channel.
Enough of that, I'm not depressed anymore. Not this day, atleast.
Don't you just hate it when you're sad and another person tries to cheer you up, the very next day you feel great but the other person starts feeling down? Yeah.
I don't hate my life, even though it's not perfect.
"Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. So love the people who treat you right, forget about the ones who don't and believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said that it'd be easy, they just promised it would be worth it."
Wise, but I don't particularly believe life is short. It's long enough. Long enough to right your wrongs. Long enough to actually make something out of it. Long enough to be able to reach your goals before you reach the end.
The end isn't near, unless you want it to be.