You be the judge

"She still has a certain sexiness; a certain bohemian, good-witch sort of charm; and yet this morning she makes a tragic sight, standing so straight in her big shirt and exotic shoes, resisting the pull of gravity, a female mammoth already up to its knees in the tar, taking a rest between efforts, standing bulky and proud, almost nonchalant, pretending to contemplate the tender grasses waiting on the far back when it is beginning to know for certain that it will remain here, trapped and alone, after dark, when the jackals come out."   -The Hours by Michael Cunningham

-This is how you depress someone with writing.

You know what I like about life? It never stays the same for long. As stuck in concrete as you might think you are I believe that the possibility for change is always lurking, and tends to always happen. (So the word tends is rather inappropriate there... it kind of just solidifies my belief that nothing is for sure though huh?)

This sorta stinks when on a high in life because it means always going to come down (if my philosophy is correct of course, I could be utterly wrong, you never know, you shouldn't pay heed to a ranting adolescent) ahem, but yes it applies to lows too, I always somehow get out of them. That is of course a good thing because they suffocate me.