Nobody ever tells you how scary that is. It's all a façade of happy snap chats and showing-face together. Because deep down it seems like a substitute to real happiness, if you can fool yourself too. That self that's slowly fading gets easier to hide away.
What is happiness now? It's just the moment right before you need more happiness.
Then the questions arise, the doubt within the current situation, onset of desiring more happiness: is it greed? Is it addiction?
Isn't this where I'm supposed to be?
Does this mean I've become complacent, or maybe they are complacent?
Am I good enough? What's good enough?
Why do I feel so misplaced ?
Misunderstood?
Mis... Missing?
