Forced positivity.
There's only so many different ways you can create justifications and reasonings to keep on the brighter side of things. Sometimes you eventually have to shrug your shoulders and admit that, all in all, everything's pretty much shite right now.
With bombardment and an overwhelming stress, finding the little things in life to make me happy is really starting to feel insincere. I have no one as a backboard; no one who can reassure me, or show me something positive. I can't remember the last time a person showed me something I may have overlooked as an instance of beauty, rather than the other way around.
Does this mean I'm the only one trying? Or that no one else needs this as badly as me? Or that no one cares enough to take the time to share these objects with me? Or maybe they really are that hard to find.
But as an arch-enemy of insincerity, I'm running out of power to put on a happy face.
"I promise, I'm happy, I'm happy, I said it,
I said it, I'm happy, alright?!
I'm grinning, I'm happy, I'm laughing, I'm happy,
I'm ecstatic, I'm in fucking delight!"
- Compulsion
With bombardment and an overwhelming stress, finding the little things in life to make me happy is really starting to feel insincere. I have no one as a backboard; no one who can reassure me, or show me something positive. I can't remember the last time a person showed me something I may have overlooked as an instance of beauty, rather than the other way around.
Does this mean I'm the only one trying? Or that no one else needs this as badly as me? Or that no one cares enough to take the time to share these objects with me? Or maybe they really are that hard to find.
But as an arch-enemy of insincerity, I'm running out of power to put on a happy face.
"I promise, I'm happy, I'm happy, I said it,
I said it, I'm happy, alright?!
I'm grinning, I'm happy, I'm laughing, I'm happy,
I'm ecstatic, I'm in fucking delight!"
- Compulsion