I'm not happy.
To say I'm angry make me sound like a spoiled child.
To say I'm unhappy sounds like I'm ungrateful.
To say I'm furious is too strong.
To say I'm irritated is too light.
To say I'm frustrated doesn't cover the languishing feeling in my chest.
Really, there is no way to tell anyone how I feel.
There is no word for it.
So, I settle on "not happy".
Not like a spoiled child.
Not ungrateful.
Not too strong.
Not too light.
Not a word that cannot encompass the feeling in my chest.
Thousands of synonyms and antonyms flood my brain.
"Not happy" is best.
It is the best I can think of.
I suppose I might as well tell you why.
My audio editor says, "GLEE and IYAZ don't go together."
Perfect.
Just perfect.
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Dream Journal
Short StoryA collection of dreams. Some are scary, some are sweet. All are things I see in dreams.
