A conversation last night brought up a lot of things I haven't thought about for a long time. For the sake of my happiness and optimism, I push depressing things to the side and throw myself into the moment. It works for a while, but they always come up eventually.

There are things about me no one would know - some mental, emotional issues. I tried to put some of them into words last night. It was powerful and painful, and made me exceptionally vulnerable. But somebody was listening who actually understood.

It was... good to be accepted even for my flaws. If indeed I am accepted.

My point is, I'm happy-go-lucky as fuck, but there is more to me than that. We're all fucked up individuals in this generation, and the best we can do is accept our fucked-up-ness and get on with life, because there are wonderful things to be had.

It's an antisocial day. My emotions are frayed and I still feel vulnerable. I'm going to hole myself up in here with my X videos, maybe read, nom some of that tuna cass and make a few cups of tea.