All I can think about is the words I want to write but all I can write about is the words I don't want.
Same thing? Possibly.
I'm not happy.
I don't know how to be happy.
I read all the self help feel good crap that I can find.
I spend hours with my friends.
I have a good job.
I'm finding new things to do.
I'm exploreing who I am.
But I'm not happy.
I don't know how to be.
Maybe that's who I am.
Not happy.
That didn't take a lot of exploring.
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