Happiness.
Happiness.
Happiness.
I repeat the words over and over in my mind, repeat them over and over in my mouth, each word coming out as if a prayer.
I stare at myself in the mirror.
Stop being depressed, God dammit. You are worth it! You are good! You are happy!
These thoughts roll through my mind, my brain shooting them off at me. But my heart looks at them, and reads them as lies.
I brake the mirror, knowing happiness is to hard to achieve for me.
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Sad Book Of Sayings
Spiritualjust depressing short stories only read if you are depressed pls
