Happy.

I think happy thoughts.

Sure, nothing is bad in life, but nothing is good.

I'm slowly becoming my father. My brain is rotting away like his love did.

I feel my mother's pain, I feel it all at once.

I also feel nothing, the complete numbness of myself takes over.

I simply mask it all; a small laugh coming out makes people think I'm happy, right?

I hope so.

I don't want anyone to worry.

I think happy thoughts.