Things are okay.
Not wonderful.
Neither is it dreadful.
But okay. They're okay.
Finally.
And okay is good, you know.
It's enough.
It really is.
There's one problem, though.
Why am I still so sad?
Melancholic?
Nostalgic?
Tired?
I can't name it.
I don't know what is it I'm feeling.
I think I'm just tired.
That's it.
I'm tired.
And that is all.
Goodbye.
