I asked Victoria what’s wrong,
And she said it was too dark for me.
I don’t quite know what to feel about this.
Sad. I think I’m sad.
It’s funny. Sometimes I wish I could be a part of that darkness too. So I can understand.
Not that I’ve never been in darkness, everyone has their own sort of night.
But darkness is terrible. Because it’s hard to see an end to it if you can’t see anything at all.
A perfect, happy life, smooth going and all doesn’t really feel like a life.
This is probably the only thing that can back me up to prove I’m not insane, when I do feel like being sad even if I had no reason to at all.
I’m starting to get an idea for a story here.