No matter where you go on this Earth, you will always carry your sadness inside you, sealed into your heart. You are who you are, with all of your knowledge, secrets, passions... your cells carry memories, your cells carry you.
Current mood: lonely, with Ida gone and everything. This big apartment seems empty, yet filled with ghosts.
I only put this up because of Marvel's sweet encouragement, and after hours of editing, I almost deleted it. Lately, my soul feels heavy like rocks, I feel self-conscious, and anxious about everything, anything.