Good/Bad
Sometimes I’m so happy to be alive, I could just start singing on the streets like I’m in my very own Broadway musical. Other times, I just wish I had that potion that Romeo and Juliet swallowed so I could die instantly and painlessly.
Sometimes I want to be in love so badly it hurts. Other times, I lift my hands to the sky and thank God that I am on my own, and don’t have anyone else to deal with.
Sometimes I’m on a bus full of people, and I’ll think to myself, life is so wonderful that people have come together and can be together yet lead such varied lives. Other times, I’m on a bus full of people, and they all seem like ants scattering about, and I just want to squash them soundly.
