I am in one of my terrible moods and the only good thing about this is that my hormones aren't jumping around in a frenzy anymore. Sometimes, things just seem overwhelmingly hopeless and my superbly analytical brain can find a million different ways to thrwart my happiness.
I don't understand why I think I would be happier if some boy liked me. I was slightly happier when I was with Peter but not by much. It just adds a different set of problems to life. But fuck, everyone together just seems so happy on the outside. Why can't I just have the facade of happiness?
I guess in the end, no matter what I do, I'll always find a way to make myself miserable because that's what I'm most comfortable with and deep down, I'm afraid of being happy. Blah, blah, blah, I sound like a fucking shrink.
This was pointless.
Please find something more enjoyable to do.
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