So I was thinking today...and in the last 16 years, I have had lots of moments of happiness. Days and times of real joy in my life. And I started crying. Because I realized how true my thought process was..."days and times" of real joy. "moments" of happiness. They have all been interruptions in an otherwise blur of complete sadness.
When is that going to go away? How much more therapy is it going to take for me to stop faking almost every fucking smile in my life?
Unless it has to do with my son, it probably isn't real...and I'm sick of that shit.
When is that going to go away? How much more therapy is it going to take for me to stop faking almost every fucking smile in my life?
Unless it has to do with my son, it probably isn't real...and I'm sick of that shit.