I always told myself that if I believed that things will get better, they will. That I could work things out with my faith, that I could simply commit myself to the act of believing in order to resolve my issues. Now that the placebo effect is wearing off, Logic is barging into my life. I hate Logic, it messes with my mind. It makes me unhappy, it's an ally of Pragmatism and they're both very depressive people. They make me chase something I could happily do without, they make me strain my head to reach for the sky.