I’d like to think life would come about and make more sense than it does at the moment, but I doubt that will ever happen. Life comes and goes as it pleases and I have no idea why it does what it does. It would be nice for life to make sense. Depression and all comes about because well I don’t know why it comes about, it just does and here I am trying to over do or overcome it or something. I don’t quite understand why this life has to be the way it is.
Oh yes we all know the moment when we're sitting in our PJs so comfy and cozy... yeah that moment. Then the doorbell rings. Unexpected mind you. Hate when that happens. What does one do in that situation? Well personally I go running and hide. Like they're really going to open up the door... sheesh. Why do I even go running? Like that's going to make a difference.
They eventually leave.
Good times in PJs.
They eventually leave.
Good times in PJs.
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