Despite whatever takes place on the outside, the battle rages on inside my head. My surroundings (and the people surrounding me) only add to the turmoil brewing inside. I can't seem to keep myself grounded as my spirits threaten to make me a fool. I never seem to be able to get a tight grasp on the true meaning of bliss cause honestly, there's always something negative at the back of my mind. Despite however small the matter is, the effect of it is magnified in proportion and it overshadows the temporary sense of happiness i have achieved. And somehow I had always known this was an issue I've always had to deal with. Ever since at a young age, I was brought up with pessimism and paranoia constantly looming over my head. Truth be told, it has taken a heavy toll on me and I am sick and tired of feeling this way.

This place is a house, not a home.