I've realized that my days are at the point of complexity that they cannot be categorized as purely good or bad, not all the elements fit nicely into black and white, instead it would be more accurate if I could break it down and sort all small things into the greyscale accordingly. But to do that would take too much time, and right now I don't even want to try.
I've been remembering my dreams again, they are...simply put, haunting me. There is no way that all the images of my life would be able to co-exist together, so I guess its just a reaction to the polarity of things. I don't like it though.
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