I find myself asking whether i'm genuinely happy myself, and there's always reason as to why i'm not. I don't know why i base my happiness upon others around me when i clearly know, it shouldn't be this way, at least i know i don't want it to be this way. But these few days, reading has kept me happy, i don't know how but it has. I guess it's a good thing. Let's all try to feel more worthy of ourselves.
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