Can someone please tell me who decided what happiness looks like? Why does happiness have to be bright eyes and a big smile with teeth?
Why do you have to physically see me showing emotion to think I’m happy? Tell me why being sad is wrong anyways? Why can’t I just be sad? Is that an inconvenience for you? Does it just put a big dent in your day?
Don’t tell me to smile. Don’t ask me what’s wrong. Don’t tell me to be happy. Don’t tell me to cheer up. Let me feel what I want and what I need to. Don’t tell me what I need to do for your own piece of mind. Go fuck yourself.