I love being happy. People around me usually think I'm happy.
I want to be happy. At the age of 25 I'm unhappy because of undefined reasons. I'm stuck in my thoughts.
I hate listening to others' sadness. I hate telling others about my sadness. Because no one seems to understand others' feelings. I usually keep it in my mind, try to kill it or just hide it. Sometimes I even think about committing suicide. Do you know the moment when you feel so desperate that you just want to die but you are not brave enough to do it? Then some good things come and you temporarily forget it. I'm very easy to be down.
I suddenly lost all the confidences. I think about my ability, if I have any talent, if I'm not useless?? My life is going to nowhere like it's always used to be. I need to change. But when and how, I'm still asking myself.
Some good songs I have listened to lately:
How much does it hurt if you are hated by someone you love?