I am not happy

Why? I don’t know.

Whats it going to take to be happy???

I used to think if I ever felt this way, I could just decide to be happy and everything would just sort of happen like it should until I really was. But now, I can’t even fake it. I just don’t care anymore.

I miss all of the friends I used to have. I miss the person I used to be.

I know I can’t ever have that life again. It wasn’t good for me, but sometimes I wish I could go back. Just to be able to feel. To be care free. To be happy, somewhat.

But we aren’t the same people anymore and we can’t pretend we are. I can’t look at them and not see whats happened in the past. I really wish I was the kind of person that could just forgive and forget. To be able to move on from all the wrong and start fresh. But every time I think about them, I think about the bad.

I used to have a lot of friends. But now I only have a few. I’ve become friends with new people. New people I actually like. But they don’t live close and that sucks. They’re all really nice and accept me for who I am but I still feel like the outsider and I don’t think they see that.

Who knows. Maybe they do. And I know they worry about me sometimes, but I don’t even know if I care that they worry. I think I do, but I’m not sure. But maybe they don’t worry. Maybe they are the same kind of people I’ve always been friends with. People that just keep me around so they can gossip with and have someone to lay all their problems on. Sometimes I think I really should have just gone to school to become a therapist. I’m really good at listening to people’s problems.

I think that the things I have and the place am in are good places. But I just don’t know and I don’t know how to figure it out. And even if someone told me these things are true, I’m not sure I would or could believe them.

I’m just not sure of anything anymore.

My tired heart is beating so slow