An autopsy

Dear diary,

I am yet again at my lowest end of my wits. The table is getting smaller, why, yesterday I had to control my tears from dropping to see friends go. There's nothing more to add but a sigh.

It seems to me that everyone in the world is looking for something, in someone. Or the other way around: that someone in something. You can hit many stones with a rock but shatter only one. But when this situation is recipricated with a smile, then you have hit a jewel.

I believe I have a guardian angel looking out for me. Whatever situation that is somewhat negative, some voice in me always demands: it's ok, it'll work out. So, I don't get angry. I just get sad. Really sad.

Thankyou, my guardian angel, whoever you are.