My dad gave our 2 month old English bulldog puppy a taste of strawberry Popsicle today. This is true happiness.
It’s that I don’t know how to trust anyone.
It’s that I’m afraid to let anyone in because I don’t know how to make myself believe that anyone cares.
It’s that I’m wanting for something to change but I don’t know how to make it happen.
It’s that I don’t want to be weak.
It’s that I don’t want to be the girl that is lonely and needy.
It’s that what used to make me happy now only makes me feel stressed and unappreciated.
It’s that I would rather sleep than be awake because my dreams and even nightmares are better than my reality.
It’s that I don’t feel pretty or accomplished anymore.
I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I don’t want to feel like I’m drowning. I don’t want to feel like living is just what I need to do in order to not break my mom’s heart.
I want the good things in my life to outweigh all of the ugly and bad. I want to wake up feeling loved and ready for a new day.
I just want to be happy again.
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