Ate my heart like an apple tart

I’m Ok and I’m fine. I am not depressed, but it doesn’t mean my previous post was being dramatic either.

 

This is what I call compensation point, when you no longer find reasons to be sad so that your fun-filled life looks a bit more realistic; when you no longer find reasons to be sad so that your mundane life sounds a bit more interesting.

 

After so much so much, even the feeling is brand new, plainly feeling these emotions is what i call a part of life. I know friends who feels numb even, but no, I’m just accepting the fact, you know?

 

So it’s ok, I never expect my life to be smooth sailing or to be perfect those people portray their lives to be. It’s just this way, right now, just like how it is.

 

Even if these dread resentment flood me and i thought I might be flushed down some rotting drain hole by it, they pass you know? And every breath i take I try to make it fresh, every step I take I try to make it new. Just today, I was happily putting on my polka lingerie, blasting Lady Gaga’s Pop Ate My Heart. Laughing hysterically during recess after Joanna’s lameness and eating my favourite almonds.

 

I am that plain that plain. And my name is Briana. I’m not the girl will smile to you even when i don’t feel like it. Period.