Some days are harder.
Glass half empty, glass half full.
Dreams and goals seem farther but “this would be great content” when it’s all over.
“You can’t be too depressed” because nobody wants to constantly see someone so vocal about being sad. My exhaustion peaking as I draft those texts for at least an hour, those blog posts for days or months.
Only to be deleted. Never sent. Never posted.
“You can’t disappear for too long” because people will forget about you. So up I pick myself, posting something nice on my socials – back when things are better, or at least pretending that they are.
What even is the problem? If you think about it, nothing, really. Somehow it seems like happy is a feeling a bit too far to reach. While I feel like I’m putting on a facade when I’m happy – having it being an unfamiliar feeling, I feel like I’m being dramatic when I’m not.
“Are you happy?” I can’t say that I am as I’m typing this and the worst part is that I don’t know why. You can’t find a solution to a problem you can’t find.
Sometimes I just feel like a fraud with reasons way too broad. But everything is fine. Truly. I am living my best life and I’ll be alright.
MichelleAKJ 