Void

My mind has been in a dark void for some time. I keep thinking about death and how fragile and scary life can be. I know, I'm depressing. But I really hate thinking like that. Sometimes, it's just hard to make yourself happy, no matter what you do. Normally, I'd say that having other people around to help would make me feel better, but honestly, that just makes it worse. People don't always understand. And when they try to get me to spill it, I feel less like telling them. *sigh. I think I'll just go read a book.