Why, when things seemingly are looking up on the outside I still feel this emptiness inside? Am I that ungrateful a person? I feel that way. This blathering fool who just won't shut up. This woe is me bullshit. This knowing that deep down, in my heart and soul, things will never be the same. Knowing that quietly and silently I have my own plans for the future. I'm so tired of my mind, of me, it's just laughable really. Stupidity hits again. Sadness. Hurt. Blah blah blah blah. Same ol song n dance.