I realize that this is going to sound so dramatic and ehhh, but whatever, I am going to say it anyways.
I have been thinking a lot lately about something. . && I have no answer. It is very real to me, but I am also very disconnected from it.
What is happiness?
It's a feeling?
A feeling that can be faked. A feeling that can be real.
A feeling that can not only lie to everyone else; it can lie to yourself. .
When you reach that point when you can't tell the difference between how it feels to truly be happy, && to actually be faking happiness. .
What do you do. . ?
