Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be happy.
I can't relate to the people who post on their Snapchat like #blessed with hell of a lot of clothing or a big brand car.
I can't relate to those people who says that they achieved happiness by doing things that make them happy because honestly I'm a piece of shit person who doesn't do anything but watch Stranger Things on repeat.
I can't interact with people like other people can.
Am I normal?
I sit everyday thinking I'm going to change to better myself but I just end up procrastinating and fu**ing myself over
So the real question is
What am I not?
Am I anything greater than what I am now and what I will be in ten years?
Am I going to succeed like the rest of the people I sit in a hell hole with every semester?
Will I be alive and happy?
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RomanceA broken soul, I highly doubt that. It's more like a broken heart she said.
