Half the people you know are broken. Not all in the same way, but in their own unique way. They wake up and feel some sort of pain too. But some people don’t feel the pain, some block it out, cover it up until they no longer can distinguish it’s there.
I hate that feeling. The feeling when you’re sad but you have no idea why. You just are. And in your mind, you’re thinking of all the bad things in your life and apply it to your emotions, making you even more sad. Then people ask you what’s wrong and you have nothing to say. You end up sitting there, quiet, while it seems as if everyone, but you, is happy.