There has been a certain drought of happiness lately. I no longer feel excited about things that I am usually happy about. Instead, I feel afraid. I live in fear of being selfish or annoying to those I laugh and live with. I thirst for recognition and affirmation from those I am friends with, afraid that they secretly hate me. I constantly doubt myself, even with things that I am used to and/or good at. I put myself down even though I am trying to be happy. I dress like I'm happy, I smile like I'm happy. I talk like I'm happy. But I'm not and I don't have a reason to be not happy. I want to be happy but its not working out too well. I was okay for so long, why is this happening now? I dont know why, and I want to. I want to be happy.
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A sadsack's Journal
Short StoryI don't use a journal for normal journal purposes, really. I just jot down my thoughts and feels with pictures and figurative language, as well as writing poetry and other random things... maybe through this you will get to know me better? Remember...
