First thing: Life sucks.

I can't even remember why I started writing this. This is more like an Danish essay than a short-story or a novel. It's not very long but it's weird and confusing. This is what's going on inside of my head :)

Sometimes; life sucks. And that’s a fact.
Life ain’t supposed to be all good, is it? That’s just how it is supposed to be. When there are no bad there will be no good. Ain’t that just how it is? Even though we all hate crying and being angry, if we were happy all the time there would be no happiness.
I mean; if life was all goody-goody and you got everything you pointed at but never ever had tried crying, never ever had tried wanting something more than anything in this world but not being able to get it, never ever tried fighting for something you wanted; your career, the newest and coolest blazer or anything like that, the thing you wanted would just be a normal thing. It would be nothing special and you wouldn’t feel no difference. Everything would be the same. At least that's my theory. If there's nothing bad there can't be anything good. Just like a scale; there has to be balance.

And bum. It stopped. I was tired, I slept and when I woke up the thoughts was gone.