sometimes i suppose i am happy. when i am with friends, throwing my head back and covering my mouth, as i shake with laughter at a joke someone just made, but then the day turns to night and my carefree grin turns into an unexplainable sadness. i lay in bed thinking about all the things i wish i could say, all the things im too afraid to admit, even with only a pen, paper and mind. its nights like these when i realise i am many things. i am happy and sad, outgoing and shy, rambunctious and quiet.
but mostly
i am empty.
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