I feel alittle uncomfortable being happy for a few days straight. It stops me from thinking, stops me from being sensitive, stops me from being... me. Actually, I don't know who I am. SO crazy and SO emotional/depressed it kind of confuses me.

I'd rather be sad. It makes me feel. Makes me feel real but its funny how I think I'm not real at those times. I'm so loud, insensitive and empty these days it annoys me.

Its a sin to be happy. Feels like it is.