Cure Me

I watched A Christmas Story tonight. You know, the "You'll shoot your eye out" movie. I enjoyed it, sitting down on the floor, drinking some water.

It's been a stressful time throughout the last couple of weeks. It has had its ups and downs, all-nighters and naps. I asked and I am still asking a lot of questions during this time. Not out loud to anybody, but only to myself. Sometimes I would scream it to myself and other times I would write it down. I would get angry, writing all my problems down. I would type and type screaming at myself and at others for bringing the rocky roads and the sleepless nights.

I hate it.

Everything is piling up. School, life, friends. The weight is getting unbearable. Crying won't help, as much as I try. A hug might help, but I won't feel anything. So I close my eyes so I can see nothing around me but blackness. Everything around me is gone. It is peaceful, but never lasts.

But tonight I watched A Christmas Story. About half-way through the movie I felt a calmness, a head on my shoulder. No head was there, but it felt like it was. It brought a smirk to my face, and breath of fresh air. A new feeling in my heart strings. People I don't even know, laughing together, that's a cure. You might not know there name or where they're from but you enjoy one another, laughing.

So laugh, love, and live.