On Dissatisfaction, Codependency, and Poignancy
It's no secret that I have a rather bitter, if not downright cynical, outlook on life. And how can't I? I've lost a lot and gained very little, though not completely through no fault of my own. Still, one can't help but think all hope for a full, happy life is lost when one walks in my shoes. Don't get me wrong. I simply wish to voice out my frustrations. Nothing more. I don't want your pity. In my 26 years of existence, and relatively happy 5-6 years of those, I can't seem to recall the last time I truly felt happy and content. Even if in recent years I did feel some semblance of happiness or joy, it would soon turn to ashes, quickly burned out by nasty things lurking in the corner, ready to jump it at any given time. Being self aware at such a young age is a nightmare to kids everywhere, but oh well, what's done is done, yeah? But I'm not gonna lie. It turns your life into a waking nightmare. I remember being almost always dissatisfied with the qua