Something positive

On occasions, I would get high on positive advice that someone special gave me while that person was still there.

Right now, I don’t have them. The memories of them. Those magical, onetime-use silver bullet that kept me alive for all those years.

And I, would like to very much motivate myself and anyone here reading this. That, yea…

Stay positive.
And I know it sounds counter-intuitive to the name of this page, but stay alive.

I can’t say it will get better.
I can’t say  there will be people there for you

I can’t say you will hurt less or actually starts to feel anything at all

Things often don’t get better

Often times, you are alone with yourself, and that sucks when you hate yourself like,I don’t know, me hating Donald Trump, or me hating pineapple on a pizza, or pineapple on anything for that matter
I hate it, and me. My useless scummy me.

Not a good explanation, I know, maybe Capitalist vs Communist? Sorry, I hate bringing politic in the table but then again I brought up Trump.

Anyway, the point is, stay positive.
I hate looking at myself in the mirror everyday, so I don’t. I usually berate myself for pretty much everything. Even then, I try to cut myself some slack at time when I actually did one good thing. Which is rarer than a blue moon I would say, but it happen. And myself would not be happy at the fact that I instantly mock whatever it did wrong or be sarcastic about its entire existence being that “great” of …. things, RIGHT AFTER I JUST COMPLIMENTED IT.
I hope it was satisfied with the compliment at least. Carrot and the stick and all of that.

It is late, and my mind sucks, and my everything sucks, forgive my incompetence for saying or writing everything.

What I am trying to say is, again. Just be, maybe not happy, but positive. And alive.

“Better days are ahead, only if we live to see those better days.” Chances are the person who said that never really lived to see those better days. But that person sure as death and hell believed in it.