Hey, this is going to be another one of those 'actual journal entries' i was talking about earlier.

Right now, I feel like something that black and slimey and all claws is ripping up my heart but you know what? it means that i'm not just alive, but living. things are changing around me and some cause me pain and some cause me joy, but they are changing.
This is a goofy reference to make, but it's the best way to describe what I believe that i've ever seen.
In Bob Eggleton's book Dragonhenge, he describes two infinitely and large and infinitely still pools of silvery water. Between these two pools, seperating and connecting them, is a short waterfall. Even though the drops of water face the infinitely and impossibly still second pool, and know how it is unbearable, they still clamber to be the first to leap down the waterfall. Why? Because drops are souls... and the waterfall is LIFE. Living is so wonderful compared to the oblivion of the pools that even the infintestimally short time the soul spends falling is worth the pool awaiting it at the end.

Whenever I am upset, it doesn't matter, because if I'm upset, that means I haven't stopped falling yet.
So I wish you a long fall.