Existence

My heart hurts me today.

It doesn’t make sense though, and that’s the worst about it. Because hurt usually has a cause, a reason. Hurt comes from something, someone, an action, words of affliction, a situation. Not happiness. Why does happiness hurt? Not a good hurt, it’s a very very bad hurt. A depression, a longing for death, for escape.

Oh how I hate the morning.

Random thought of the day: I walk the earth another day.