To see yourself when you used to be happy is such a strange thing. You remember the people who made you happy, all the things that they did for you, and then the things that they did to you.

And then you remember why you're no longer happy. Remembering loss, that isn't strange. It's sad and familiar.

Another thing that's strange? Delving into the art of pretending you're still happy so incredibly deep, that you cannot remember how to be happy anymore.

- words from a book I will probably never write.