I hate being unhappy.
It consumes me, eats me up, makes me ugly, brings out the worst in me. Just like with everyone else. I am unhappy. I wear it all the time. I’ve worn it for years, maybe forever.
I want to be happy.
Really?
I laugh at myself. I was happy, really happy. It’s just that when I am elated, I fear the wheels will turn over and sadness would take me over again. Fuck this mentality!
What do I really want?
