i will always feel quite inevitably sad. its not as though i am a sad person. i’m actually considered a quite happy person, but in reality i’ve been given a gift. i am able to analyze almost everything that is thrown at me. comprehension was surely a gift of garb. i cannot explain to you my sadness. moreover, i have dictated my thought and judgement into comprehension to control waves of sadness, and most often, others tell me it is because i am consequently a writer. i beg to differ from them. i just see the world too clearly.