Tough is not the willing of yourself to advance despite your most ardent objections.
Tough is the incomprehensible resistance of the mind against your most violent desire for the contrary.
It's one of those days when my commitments simply don't make sense anymore. My world revolves around meaninglessness. Just when I've almost forgotten the revolting taste of a twisted gut, I am stricken with a bitterness in my mouth that can't be washed away. I wish I could give them all up, cast myself in total abandon, and close my eyes. To curl up and hide. To cry. And be given the luxury of choosing never to wake up again. Tough is precisely because you don't want any of that at all.
Just one of those unpleasant side-effects of happiness, I guess. Without such lows the highs wouldn't be labeled thus.
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