I don't understand why there is so much unhappiness in a place that is filled with light. These grey feelings have finally resurfaced again... and I feel helpless. I don't know what else to add about it. I don't want to seem overemotional, yet these feelings are just there. Sitting, brewing, concocting. I don't know what I can do with them, to throw them away would be impossible, to conceal them would be trouble waiting to happen. So I sit and wait until they are gone. The time before me seems helplessly long, I don't know what I'm going to do and I don't know what I want to do. The people around me seem so content, but I'm being eaten by these raw emotions. Maybe they will blow over once again, but until then it feels hopeless.