Late Night Dreams

Why is life so complicated?

Why is love so confusing?

Sometimes I feel like things are the way they are just to keep us guessing. To make our existence more unpredictable, more interesting.

And also, unfortunately, more painful.

But I suppose it's a fine line between pain and pleasure.

I don't know why this entry is so vague and contemplative. Because I feel anything but vague and contemplative at the moment. Maybe I'm just trying to run away from what I feel by being vague. I don't know.

But what I do know is that, despite the tears, this is the best I've felt all week.