So last night when i posted, i was feeling a bit down. A bit really down. To the point where for however many hours to follow, I was lying there in my bed just feeling like shit.
It’s funny how little things can make a massive difference.
At one o’clock in the morning, i made a sandwhich.
And for the first time in ages, it was like the clouds were clearing and i felt incredibly happy. Just, content. Content to be alive, at one o’clock in the morning, sitting on my bed eating my nutella sandwich.
After that, I managed to get a solid seven hours of sleep, and woke up feeing pretty damn happy with life.
It’s amazing how the little things in life make all the difference.