What does it mean to be happy.
Sometimes, everything is alright. and you know that you should be happy but you just aren't. and you don't know why. is it just me? yes? ok. idk it's like something just feels all wrong even though everything is right. maybe it's a sign? maybe this is as far as it's suppose to go. i don't know. this is what's suppose to happen right? when everything just slows down and falls into place. but why does it seem like i've fallen out of place. it's so frustrating and i don't even know why. everything is right but i'm not. i don't know how to be happy even when i'm suppose to be. i'm really trying but i just can't.
it hurts you know. just feeling so alone. when everyone you've once been so close to just disappears. when you sit there just wanting to let it all out but you just have no one to talk to. it hurts. it's pathetic but it hurts. and then you try to think of ways to fix all the relationships that have broken but you know you just can't. cause it's over. wow this is depressing. i'm sorry to everyone for being such a terrible friend. i'm just a horrible person in general i mean i deserve this shit don't i. karma bitch. i try so hard but i can't fix it. it's stupid and pointless and i just don't know what to do anymore. i'm stuck.
is it fun? making people feel helpless. putting them impossible situations and then just telling them to figure it out. i mean sure as long as everyone else is happy it doesn't really matter what happens to me right? i'm a people pleaser. no matter how much i hate what you're making me do i will still try to do it. and if i can't, then i'll spend the next whole week feeling guilty about it so thank you for what you've done. because i totally needed more shit to deal with. well in case you haven't already noticed i'm pretty stocked up on the whole "shitty life" department. arg i feel so stupid for feeling the way i do now because it's not worth it and it's eating me alive. someone fix me. because i obviously can't fix myself.
literally just blogging in the dark with a roll of toilet paper next to me rn wow lex u r classy. i can't imagine myself staying but i also can't imagine myself leaving. one thing i do know is that i can't live like this forever. this is torture. but just because i let the new parts of my life go doesn't mean that i'll get the old ones back. but then again are they even worth getting back. time and time again i tell myself that they really aren't that important but then the minute i need a shoulder to cry my pathetic tears on it comes back to haunt me. arg crying. why do i keep crying. and for no good reason. this only real reason that i can really think of would be the fact that i'm just not happy. i should be but i'm just not. so what happens now. how do i fix this.
"why don't you just ask for help?"
if i could i would have. i can't just open up to anyone about my shit because idk... one, it feels weird and two, what if they just don't care. what if they just have better things to do then listen to my rants (which i have a lot of by the way). and even if i did find someone who would listen, where would i find the words? i can't say my problems out loud. that kinda just confirms that they're real and i very much like living in denial. story of my life. wow this is becoming such a pity sesh it's pathetic. i need to get my life together.
i miss the little things and i guess that's what affects me the most. remembering how things were in the past and just wishing that it would be the same now. but it isn't and i can't say or do anything about it cause... i don't know... isn't this just how it's all suppose to be? Ha and now we're right back where we started. so if this is the way that things are suppose to be, am i automatically expected to just accept it even tho i hate it? even tho it frustrates me and is mainly the reason why i feel like banging my head into a wall. i miss the way things used to be but i can't do anything about it. i mean i probably could but this is me we're talking about. and i hardly ever say anything much less try to make a point. i just accept how things are and try to make the best of it. and then i ask myself, "how now do i be happy."
but lately, that question is getting harder and harder to answer. everything is just as it's suppose to be. i'm suppose to be happy. but i'm not. and i don't know why.
it's just me. me and my stupid head.
it's just me. me and my stupid head.


