It's nothing, but I -

Mad and morose

I always find myself waddling through the dense undergrowth of past thoughts, weeding out the ones which may label me as the person I don’t want to be (but most probably am).

I’m behaving too much like a tragic figure nowadays; this is bad, I want to become someone strong and independent, someone that others will rely on.

Putting that aside, today is a lovely day.

I caught the sunrise on a hilltop (a dubious one, but let’s just call it that for prettiness’ sake), and felt on top of the world.