Wasted

Everyday I wake up dreading the inevitable cycle of the day’s happenings.

During the day I think about what I’m saying and how to say it because of what’s happening around me, I go about this in a way that I’m not entirely present because I am not alone with my mind.

When it is quiet I remember the happenings of that day, because it leaves me with the utter truth of how things are. Things are good, yet I don’t feel good. When I question why they don’t feel the way they are supposed to the only thing that comes from that is disappointment.

You will get that from the people you love most, no matter what.

That is the true unreast of happiness.