I feel kinda wrong not feeling kinda bad. Is this good, that I'm happy? Yes, that much I know. It puzzles every fiber of me though. What has changed within me, what has changed in this month? Did anything even? I'm okay, I'm alright. But am I right? I guess that saying goes forth true, "You get addicted to a certain kinda sadness." I was reluctant to let it go, but this is what I wanted all along. I am happy for now, and that is all that matters now.