How long has it been since the last time you felt really alive? Not happy, not in love, then really turned upside down just by one person smiling at you, or calling you out, or having someone at home, or knowing that it's raining outside but you're comfortably in bed? Or simply, just thinking that life isn't that bad after all and suicide is not on your mind for, at least that one moment? We all have our bad days, but at times we'd have our someone else in ourselves telling us that we're not a complete fucked-up or the-worse-person days. Perhaps right now, I just get more of these inner self therapist comforting me a little more frequently.