Sometimes I can think of nothing but negatives.

Sometimes... even the negatives go away, and there is just nothing.

Sometimes... there isn't even nothing. Just a void.

Some days I need comfort and have none. Some days I have comfort and need none. Most days it seems to be a strange combination of both, when I need one kind of comfort and have another that I do not need...

Why?

You know... some days I find it amazing that I put up with as much shit as I put up with from day to day...

I am amused. I'll have to show why after I get my printer hooked back up, but it has something to do with an America West boarding pass from Oakland, CA to Phoenix, AZ.