More sad faces than happy faces.

Life is so bloody unattractive at the moment. I feel like anything other than living would be better that my life right now. When I’m happy, it feels fake. When I’m sad it feels right, but I hate being so fucking down. It’s like I have a permanent bloody frown on my face. I don’t like it. I so desperately want to be happy, and I need to be, but the truth is the only time I can truly be happy is when I’m with you and we’re alone and we’re only thinking about each other and none of this school stuff or university stuff or organising of stuff. I know I’m selfish, but I can’t help it.


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