turn over
Is it wrong not to be happy for someone you love? Or, like every other helpless emotion, is it just natural to be confused by your inability to think positively about their happiness?

It's nice to know I'm not superhuman. Being here hasn't distanced me from things I've felt a million times before. But frankly, whether it's better to live with an open heart (open wound?) and an idealist's mentality or not, I'm fucking sick and tired of feeling like dying whenever someone arranges trite little words into what my brain apparently finds to be the completely wrong order.

Zen Buddhist, I am not. The Drama Queen in me has survived listless months in dormancy. And she hates you but she will not let you go.