Thoughts.

One.

I Could Really Never Tell When People Were Happy, Because People Have A Tendency To Lie About That.

I Could Always Tell When They Were Sad Though.

Their Eyes Wouldn't Brighten Up As Much As The Used To. Their Smile Got Less Wider Per Day. Their Laugh Has Become Rare To Hear.

The Thing Is Once You Start Knowing A Person Better Than You Know Yourself, You Can't Help But Feel.. Filled. Not Empty, But Filled. As If That Person Actually Gave You A Reason To Not Feel Useless Like You Did The Night Before.

Why Should We Even Keep A Smile On Our Face When Most Fake It. I Mean,
Sure There's Times When We All Do Have A Genuine Desire To Feel Happy. But Is Happiness Even Real?

What If Happiness Is Just Reverse Psychology? Keeping You From Thinking About How Horrible And Horrific This World Is?

"Stars Can't Shine Without Darkness."

I Didn't Grow Up Alone. I Really Didn't, But I Just Always Knew I Was Different. I've Always Thought In A Mature Way, But Acted Immature On The Outside. I Felt Empty. I Don't Know How To Explain It Honestly.

Depression Is The Darkness.
Happiness Is The Light.

The Darkness Teaches You How To Appreciate A Carefree Life Without Any Mistakes.

The Light Teaches You How You'll Never Going To Learn How To Overcome Pain Without Experience.