When I see someone upset, it makes me happy. I know that sounds bad, but it isn't like it sounds. I don't take pleasure in others misfortune, I know that. I want to make people happy. But then, when they are happy, I get upset... I don't know. Maybe I'm just messed up. I do have a theory as to why, though. I think that whenever I see somebody upset, I feel obligated to help them and that causes my brain to force me to be happy. It's not like I'm faking it; it feels completely real aside from the fact that I have little to no reason to be happy. As for when I see others happy and get upset... Well, maybe it's just because I feel left out. I feel like I'll never be as happy as them. I feel like they're only happy because I'm suffering.
I... I just don't know.
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Random Short Stories/Poems
RandomWARNING: May be disturbing or graphic This will contain short stories and poems that I write just because! Some will be horror, some sweet, some just plain weird
