Happiness isn't always the only thing.

Three months. Three. Months. That's how long it's been since it happened.

That's how long it's been since the last time I actually slept peacefully.

That's how long it's been since I would eat willingly.

That's how long it's been since I actually cared about anything.

That's how long it's been since my thoughts weren't questions of "why?" And "I could've done something but I didn't"

That's how long it's been since I felt the slight bit of happiness but after all, happiness isn't the only thing