This is Not the Truth
I had everything figured out. I beamed and shone with the brightness of stars. I said things like I am truly and blissfully happy, I have achieved success by every definition I have and meant it. Not only had I reclaimed my content, there was someone who showed me that happiness could exist above and beyond that baseline. I clung so tightly to it, and even though I seemed incapable of enjoying it, I wanted to keep it so badly.
And then I was assaulted, got my stuff stolen, lost my girlfriend, and work dried up. All in about one week's time.
Now I sit at home, and go out like I would if my hair were purple in an attempt to distract myself from how upset I am. I might be really unhappy all of a sudden, but it is surely temporary. Much like working while unhappy, I might as well do things while I'm waiting for the storm cloud to pass.
This is not the truth, but it is how I feel.
Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: The Birthday Massacre - HorrorShow