Mind makes no sense

I don’t remember the last time I was happy. Could have been my birthday but I’m not sure if I felt happiness because I was happy or because I was supposed to be happy. People are expected to be happy on their birthdays and I don’t remember if I was or was I not happy when I celebrated mine. Honestly, I don’t even know how to define the word in a way that it also makes sense.

Absence of sadness?

Bundle of joy?

Pure bliss?

What rubbish.

Y’know that sharp pang of guilt you feel in your chest once you stop laughing?

No?

Oh.

Not many people get what I keep blabbering about anyway.

It’s ok gentleman.

Good day.

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