It would seem that the night best serves my creative nature. I have long, it feels, looked to darker emotions to put my thoughts down on paper. They feel more true to my being, this... seemingly negative view. Yet, it is not always so. Sometimes I actually feel joy in my thick depressive state. Though... I miss being able to share it with others. I used to ramble on and on about things, and there were those few who would listen. But I guess people change as they age, sadly. I... am still quite the same. Sporadic and misunderstood, angry, jealous... all sorts of things. Really just unstable I suppose, which is when my foundation... my strength