I realize now that probably a very big chunk of my life I have spent being happy. ...Not ecstatic maybe- but happy for sure.... And that is what makes unhappiness so completely unbearable, So difficult, So bloodypainful...
I can't be unhappy. ..It is too hard to bear.... Too hard to accept and live with...
I don't care if that is the rule of the world.
I spent roughly 24 hours trying to live unhappiness down... I have notsucceeded.... I feel miserable... I can't laugh..
I need something... Get me that something. ...That someone.
Or take it all away....Revise and refresh my mind into a new document.
Why can I not be like the poetry I try to write? ...That can be edited on need?
Somebody please edit me....
