Dear Diary: Vanity

What a day, geeze. Just feeling down and in the dumps. Idk maybe its the weather. Been raining and gloomy past few days but normally i enjoy the rain. Just feel like saying Fuck. Working my ass off to heal and you know i see everything with a heads and a tails side. A little fucking mercy would be nice. Like im fucking human, i dont know wtf is going on. A bunch of talking monkeys that know about the same. Heres my time, heres my life. Is there really any value? I could tell you millions of reasons on both sides. My memories (that are fading, that will fade) is my only joy. How it use to be, how i use to feel, the laughs i shared, the struggles ive beaten. Its all bullshit. Nothing really matters.