Whenever I tell myself I’m already happy and contented, life fucks me all over and I get sad again, unaware that I’m letting all the negativity in. After that, I go through a state where I don’t even care about anything anymore. Emotional blunting. I don’t give a damn about me, you, anyone else, even my friends and family. And it goes on for so long, until I realize that I’m not going anywhere if I don’t do anything to help myself. So I start ‘perking up’ and thinking positive, and that attracts good things. And when I think I’m happy again, life decides to ruin everything for me.
It’s so hard to grow up. I don’t think I still want to sometimes. I finally understand Peter Pan.
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