Shit Cake.

Black. Not so much the colour, but what you see when you close your eyes. But then you stare closely through the darkness, and you can see the little colours and speckles that dance around. It's as if these little lights are just waiting for you to reach out. To catch one in your hand so that it can explode and make everything bright again. That's all I can think of when people are asking me how my life is at the moment.

Why so glum you ask? To that, I have no answer. The best way of explaining it, is of course through one of my many analogies. "It's like I'm a poor kid. And for dessert I only have this chocolate cake. Then one day, I am given a really expensive cake. Cake that is soft and rich with icing and freddo heads throughout it. And as soon as I've had a fair share of this new dessert, it's suddenly taken away, so that your stuck with the old cake; the one that seemed perfectly fine before, but you now see how crumby and dry it was."
For those of you who totally don't get it: the cake is my life, and I had an awesome moment in it, but then that high was over and I'm back to normal again.

I know. I shouldn't live by this cake analogy forever. Why live in the past wanting what I used to have? But I can't help it. And I hate the state that I'm in. Where nothing seems all that funny and I can't even offer a smile to my best friend - trying to cheer me up in all my lessons.

Today in health we learnt about stress; how too much of it can lead to depression. That's probably it you know. Stress. Stressing about school, expectations, pressure, friends, family, relationships (why does everyone need to be paired up?), money, work, the future, life.

"Why live in the past wanting what I used to have?"

So I dunno. Maybe lay off for a bit? And when I say nothing's wrong, I mean it. There really is nothing wrong. I'm not in great physical pain, my family isn't falling apart, I probably have it better than many of my friends. Maybe I just like to complain. I don't even know why I'm posting this blog. Is it because I'm bored? In a writing mood? Do I need to get everything out of my head and see it written on screen? Or is it a just plea for help I don't want but probably need? I can't tell you the answer. Because I seriously have no idea what's going on.

So don't come up to me and go "are you okay?" Because the chances are I've already been asked that question eight times that day, and have said the same answer each time. Then you will of course say "come on, something's up." And I will look at you, and say the same thing I had just told you. Because even though I just want to curl up and cry, I won't. It's not normal to be human. In this day and age, it's unacceptable to express your emotions. You just have to pull on a mask and face the day with a brave face and perhaps a smile. Even though sometimes it's too much to even muster up the courage.

Whoa is me.