Keep On Keeping On.

Would you like to see the difference between my "happy(ish), content(ish) and generally ok with the world" face and my drunk, scared and lonely face? 


Here it is:

vs.

I dont even know what this post is about anymore. And I'm writing it in my underwear, which can never really be a good sign. I physically sparkle at the moment. There's glitter all over me and everything shines but underneath it all, there's just a pit of nothingness, seemingly worse than amorality. I want to spend- I want to be protected- I want to be- I want to know what I want to say. I want to know what I want. 


I don't think I want to wake up tomorrow. But I will. I'll wake up and keep on going because really, that's all I do. Keep on keeping on. 


I dont have anything for cyberspace today, but vacant stares and photographs. 


Oh. Oh dear.