A conversation about how I feel went a little like this:
My friend, "Someday you'll be able to master your emotions, and understand them. "
Myself: "God I'll be dead
I'll be dead before I even do that
I'll be 102 and still have mental breakdowns
I'll be 110 and not know how I even lived so damn long. I won't know how I feel.
I don't know who I am or why I exist and perhaps I never will. My emotions will never be tamed anyway."
Them: "You don't know that-"
Myself: "I do, and I know I'll never know anything more about it... I know that I'm happy during the day and the next second when I'm alone with my thoughts, that I can't even process, I start having a mental breakdown. I'm happy the next minute and I turn with a frown. Like those theatre masks, the happy and the dramatically sad, the happy is how I cover the sad one."
I'm crying and I don't even know why. I refuse everything good in life and won't accept anything bad either. I'm just this person existing for no reason and I don't know how my emotions are fueled. Gods, I could go on...