The happy feeling is actually still there.
But now, it's being stabbed by a different feeling.
I feel, rather expressionless.
It's a feeling of being happy when I think about him,
Yet so unbearably unhappy when I think of everything else.
My life right now consists of 4 things.
Him, Her, Drugs, and friends.
Everything else is fucked up or I'm fucking it up.
Lest be known, that the 4 things that are my life,
Are JUST, if not more, fucked up as everything else.
I hate it.
I just need one point, one thing,
to make all the inspiration come back.
My life lacks Inspiration.
Yet oddly enough,
Everything feels alright when I'm with him.
Too bad it isn't.
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