Every so often I come across some kind of dilemma, and then the good thing about it is I have something to write in here.
When I am happy, relatively stable emotionally, I am saddled with occasional guilt towards something I am never really sure of. And there is nothing interesting that I can write about it.
But, when I am sad, emotionally wrecked, and depressed, I am sort of happy but sad.
Between these two situations, I have to choose but either way, I am not entirely happy nor sad, neither here, nor there.
When it is time to calm the nerves, I indulge in nicotine, a lot.
Life is all good, apart from the occasional depression.