What is happiness?
And how is it supposed to work? Because I feel like I've been given a raw deal.
How are you supposed to find something to do that makes you happy everyday of your life? Does that type of thing even exist? Obviously there's going to be mixtures of sad days and off days and such, but isn't the idea to be happy the majority of the time?
Well, why isn't that happening to me?
Why do I have to depend on others for my own happiness right now? I don't think that's how it's supposed to work? It's all well and good finding happiness from others, but depending on it?
Because when I'm alone, I'm sure as hell not happy. And it probably doesn't help that I feel like the only person that feels like this.
Should I be happy even though I'm not physically surrounded by friends and family?
Just me, alone with my own thoughts, in silence?
How is that supposed to work?!
You'd think I'd be satisfied by the thoughts of knowing that I have friends and family.
Occasionally I listen to music when I'm alone, but it's music to try and relax me.
I just don't think it's fair that I feel like crying by the time it's Thursday. Every week.
