Post One-Hundred and Seventeen.

Is it funny how in a crowded room, you still can feel alone?
Is it out of the ordinary that you could be having the greatest time ever, then the next thing you know, something reminds you of things and you feel lower than dirt?



Life amuses me sometimes.
I've smiled a lot lately, but it still feels like I have a permanent frown.
I'm not sad.
I'm confused.
I'm ready for the future.
Wings spread.
Open arms.
I think I can take on anything.