and away I crawl

what's it like to be lost and then found?

It's not fair when things like that are said.

and sometimes it is just easier to be sad than happy,

because appearing happy all the time can be so tiring.

I think I have reached a point where I am perpetually happy, but its taking some getting used to and I'm struggling with it because I was so used to being not. Sometimes, I just feel like I don't deserve to be this happy, and that I'd really rather take comfort in being sorrowful and sappy. Happiness is a bubble, and its a scary thought you know, I'm so wary and cautious of it, when I shouldn't be. Sadness is constant, and comforting. You don't need to rediscover it, you just revisit over and over again, seeking solace till you built up enough walls to step back and bask in the glorious happy rays.

well hello to my first proper, solemn post in a long time.