As I was staring out of the bus window toward the ground, it hit me that I'm always looking down, and never up toward the sky. My head tilted up toward the tinted brown skies - sunglasses - and I realised the clouds looked very pretty today (albeit being tinted brown). They were full and blooming. Felt like they could just be solid, instead of a gas. But I saw blood oozing out from each fluffy cloud and dripping down steadily.
I haven't been very happy lately. I feel like I'm on the verge of crying most of the time, and I don't really have any specific reason for that. Which doesn't make sense, because sadness usually demands a reason, does it not? The things I'm unhappy about, if I do talk about them however, sound so very much like excuses. And I despise making excuses.
I wish I was out of this hellhole.
