...You know what? I'm not happy. For all the talk and the thought and the attempts at positivity in a day to day setting, I'm not happy. I'm just...not. I don't know why, I don't know when it started or where the downturn happened to make me unhappy. I'm just not happy. Unfortunately for me, being the pack rat of thoughts that I am, the only thing I do happen to know are points I'm unhappy about. And because I know that no one reads this an it's largely just a way to get things off my chest, I can essentially just get them out and never worry about anyone knowing. Not having a following online ftw. In no particular order, but in slight detail, things I'm unhappy about.
I'm unhappy that I can't ever seem to catch a break, much like a lot of folk. I'm unhappy that my local McDonald's didn't do the fucking Shamrock Shakes on St. Patty's Day. I'm unhappy that I lost my motivation to write, completely and utterly. I'm unhappy I eat like a god damned horse and can't put on the weight I want to gain. I'm unhappy Little Debbie stopped making Tiger Cakes years ago, but now we have Chocolate Zebra Cakes (not that I disapprove of their deliciousness, mind you). I'm unhappy that I can casually converse with girls with no problem but the rare moments I do flirt, it just sinks below the radar. I'm unhappy that I'm perpetually in the friend zone. I'm unhappy that there's no Sonic or Chik-Fil-A close to me. I'm fucking livid that I'll be 24 in two months now, I'm still a virgin and friends younger than me have moderate sex lives. I'm unhappy that I don't have anywhere near all the tech that I want. I'm unhappy that today's youth is so poorly versed in pop culture - learn what the fuck a cover song is before you get angry at Scary Kids Scaring Kids for "stealing" a Notorious B.I.G/Bone Thugs-N-Harmony song. Fucking idiots. Fuck it, I'm unhappy that I am unhappy. Goodnight.
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