I'm not sure I even remember what it's like to be happy.

[ilcylic]

Everything I try to write here seems like fishing for sympathy or vagueblogging or some other crap like that. So apparently I'm unhappy with my ability to express myself, too. Go figure.

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Reminding myself that there's a possibility that someday I won't be thoroughly consumed by sadness is very hard, sometimes.

At least all the crying clears out my sinuses.