I hate the person I’ve become. It’s almost crazy to look back how genuinely happy I was a few years back to how I am now. I’m not saying I’m sad all the time, because I have my moments where I am happy.. but it never lasts for too long. I try to confide in things that once made me happy, but even that can’t give me the same happiness it used to. I was so happy. And it’s scary to even admit that I forgot how to feel that way. It’s like..I’ve found comfort in my sadness, like it’s the only feeling I’m familiar with.
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