Tuesday, May 26th
2:22 AM
Happiness. No. My happiness. It's always fake or fleeting.
I'm staring at a photo of younger me. I look so happy and real and, I'm glowing…? Maybe that's just my thoughts.
It was in the fall and I was like, 8-10 years old. No acne and still a round face. My hair was cut and I wasn't afraid to show my crooked teeth to the person taking the photo.
I looked so, happy. It was a bad time in my life and I still could be happy. Now the problems have lessened in severity, but I can't bring myself to be happy.
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