Pieces Of Me [an online journal of sorts]

Entry 1 3 0: happy

I don't think anything makes me happy anymore. I'm just here. Sometimes I'm distracted—by a story, by art, by a friend—but then it comes back to me after. I don't even have to wait. Those good moments are so fleeting, not matter how deeply I'm absorbed in them, and I don't think that's normal. Forgetting the things that make you smile shouldn't be so easy. And I know I like reading and writing and my friends, who I know love me even if I can't believe it, but I also know I wouldn't be here if I was given a choice. I'm only here because I have to be. I often wonder how long that'll last.