I have good days and I have bad. Just like everyone else, I suppose.
Except, on my bad days...the world is so dark, there is no tomorrow.
I make impulsive decisions because, what if tomorrow doesn’t come?
On my good days I understand, there’s always a tomorrow and I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did when the light was off.
It is as if I am at war with myself day to day. Constantly battling.
Some days I win, and some days I lose.
I have questions. So many questions. Questions I will never have the answers to.
March on, I shall.