Happy.

It’s not like I don’t try to be happy.  God knows I try.

Yet it’s so hard when life and the people within it keep shitting on you.

When they’re not shitting on you, they’re not giving a shit.

I’m losing the ability to tread water.

I’m losing the ability to float.

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