So after my sister had a freak-show style fit, my mom sent both of us to our rooms because apparently we had both done wrong. She said - I quote this: "Go to your room...where you're happy."
Happy? Ha, I only wish. It depends on what happy is.
Is it hiding behind odd laughter and events? Is it shielding your past, present, and even yourself, with the fake joy and ride you feel? Is it escaping the cruel reality you live in and going to a world where there is no right or wrong? Is it entering a place that will label you or call you out whenever you share your opinion, or tell the truth? Is it going to a world where seeing someone try to kill themselves is the daily thing? Is it bestowing upon yourself the will to enter the wretched place we need to leave but simply cannot?
If so, then I am happy.
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HumorHA! RANDOM SHIT! YOU READY!? Harry Styles, The Joker, Justin Beiber, and other random people will appear at some point. Maybe. This is made up with a lot of short stories, that might be deleted and put into a new book.
