And yes, there are days when I feel like the whole world wages war against me and yes, there are days when I feel like scratching off my skin while pouring the unrequited love and the pain down with too much alcohol, but now I sit here at my favourite place on the old bench which surely could tell thousand of stories that warm your heart and let the blood in your veins freeze - and the world is beautiful. How the leaves of the trees swing to the blues of the summer wind, how the orange, blue and white of the sky form a breath-taking masterpiece, how the smell of heather fills my whole body and fights against the devil in my lungs and the ravens in my head. Right now, with the wind blowing through my hair and the sun kissing the earth, I’m happy to be.
Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.