डार्क Thoughts

I'm prone to dark thoughts.

I'm not a schizophrenic or anything of the kind. I'm well aware that my dark thoughts are my own, and do not originate from some demon of another world or an angry spirit trying to take possession of me. I am not crazy. At least, I like to think I'm not crazy anyway. Maybe I am crazy... though the mere fact I'm questioning my sanity is a sign that I am not crazy. Crazy people think they are sane, so logic dictates that if I am worried about my sanity that I am in fact sane. As such, I have nothing to worry about... Wait.

I don't know what the point of writing this was. I suppose I'm using this as a form of therapy. I'll use this blog to express myself, as I no longer feel entirely comfortable expressing myself to my friends. I feel like there's an eternal sadness that lies within my soul, and that when I express it people just grow frightened of it, and tired of it.

I know the world isn't an evil place and as such I have nothing to be afraid of... At least, that's what people seem to say. I agree in a sense; the world isn't an evil place. However, the world isn't a nice place either. All it is is where we live.