Fuck salt.

Confusion sucks. It sucks even worse when you know what you have to do and what you want to do but actually doing it means someone is going to get hurt. And no one wants that. On one half, I'm happy. Truly actually happy. I'm laughing and enjoying myself and shit. On the other half, I'm just meh. I'm not unhappy. But I could be happier. Shit has just gotten stale and old. Not bad, just stale. But there's no easy way to figure out what to do. I realize this is just incoherent rambling, but this venting is making me feel a little better. I don't feel nearly as shitty as I should though. But then again, should I feel shitty at all for being happy? It kind of makes me want to bang my head against the wall. Fuck decisions.