(Chapter 21)

Sometimes I suppose I'm happy.
Like when I'm with my friends.
Throwing my head back and covering my mouth as I shake with laughter at a joke someone just made.

But then day turns to night,
And my carefree grin turns into unexplainable sadness, etched on my face like a tattoo, and I lay in bed.
Thinking about all the things I wish I could say.. All the things I'm too afraid to admit, even with only  pen and paper and mind.

It's night like this when I realized :
I am many things
I am happy and sad
Outgoing and shy,
Rambunctious and quiet

But mostly,
I'm just empty.