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"Are you happy?" Is such a difficult question. I always say yes, because I have friends. I laugh at jokes, I go out a lot and have fun. My life isn't as bad as it could be and I don't have terrible problems. It could be worse.
The darkness is back and you need help again. Being to stubborn to find help thinking after 10 years of therapie you know what to do. I don't want to talk about it anymore. I just want to get lost in my dreams