I wonder

what type of person I would be if I had a soleman life full of so much happiness that its seeping from my skin..I wonder if I'd be ignorant, like most happy people..I find interest and fascination in a person of depression ,sadneaa,gloom..they're real..they dont feel the need to lie to you,because they have nothing to lose..it sounds simple to smile for the world,even when u're crumbling inside..but its a full time job that gets old after only a few moments..there are days where I dont even fell like getting out of bed..my head is heavy with thoughts,my heart light with emptiness..I have a great life..right?then why is evrything inside of me so fucked up.