Tuesday, 24th March 2015 - 3:31pm
No matter how hard I try, I just can't stay happy. I mean, not properly happy anyway. I could fake happiness for the rest of my worthless life, but being truly happy is just too much for me.
It rained heaps during break today. It was wonderful. I stood in it for a while with a smile my face. I was completely soaked by the time I got to class.
But that didn't bother me. Not in the slightest. I didn't care about the snickering I heard or the judgemental stares I coped. I didn't care that my white school top was probably soaked to the point of transparency and that my bra was clearly visible through the fabric.
I didn't care about anything for those ten minutes. I didn't care because I was happy. The wind blew and the rain came down, but I was truly happy, even if it didn't last long.
I was happy because the whole time I was being soaked to the bone, I was standing there and laughing with the guy I like. And for that ten minutes, I was all he seemed to care about.
Such a shame I'm so delusional.
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