There are days where I wake up fine and happy, there are days where The heart has got this literal pain and I don't feel ready to face the world. Each time, I drag myself out to do what I'm supposed to do, believing that things will get better as the day passes.

I just wonder how long it'll take before things do not matter anymore; 21 is just a number, bunny is just a rabbit, 6 years is just a period of time. And you don't mean anything.