Have you noticed that blooms and dooms could be almost the same word ? They look like twins yet they're not meant to look or be the same.

Fascinating.

I wonder if you need to go through hell so that you can come back and be able to feel the 'happiness'. Before all this, before the moment where you thought that you're life was already written in bold colorful letters- you could catch all these glimpes and breathes of perfect glow-lish happy moments ?

Or is it just now, when im trying to so hard to start as fresh, as new -while my past lives are playing tricks on me; that i can see the difference between good, bad, content, happy, depressed, suicidal, excited, comforted or peacefull.

I clearly know this is not making sense. I just want to understand all these little chemicals called 'feelings'.

If im just a human black hole who camouflage herself as a girl with a future.