Looking back for some weeks I've realised some things.
I'm not a happy person.
I always wanted to seem like one but, alas, it's just a reflection of how I want to be.
How I want to be perceived as.
How I desire to feel.
Many days have passed and the moments I thought would feel happy, felt empty. Like warm water bottles or liquor-filled chocolate bonbons.
Feelings are dumb, and so am I for thinking that, hopefully someday, things would get better.