Vita Dolce Moderato

cindyxlove:

It isn’t enough to go on living when nothing seems to make sense. I pretend a happiness I don’t feel. I hide my sadness so as not to worry the people around me. At night, before I go to sleep, I have long conversations with myself, praying for this idea to go away; it would be such an act of ingratitude, an escape, a way of spreading tragedy and misery over earth. Yet if I don’t feel life inside me, I’ll never be able to accept life outside me.