I won't always be down.

It’s crazy how anger can become something inevitable; how very often you find it in even the most mundane of mundane things; how you struggle to avoid it only to find yourself just as mad because every single attempt you make fails.

I’ve been trying to feel good about things. I don’t know. The bright side has been elusive. I’ve been annoyed by the fact that I can’t do anything about anything; that situations can control people and sometimes it’s not the other way around. I’ve been mad at how people believe only what they want to; at the necessity to lie because the truth is way too simple to believe in. I’ve been mad at the impact the most unimportant things can make. I’ve been mad at the sight of what I used to claim the most beautiful thing now falling apart. I’ve been mad at things my memory doesn’t allow me to remember. But I refuse to be mad at the fact that life is unfair perhaps because part of me has been trying to believe it is not.

People are trying to escape reality even if the detachment wouldn’t even last a day. Man, that’s how desperate we are. I reject the idea that the world has been boxed and that it has stopped to move. I fail to lose hope.