It's a sad thing when you don't know what makes you sad. It's not half as bad if you know, because you at least can try to fix it. But when you don't, you just find everything makes you sad. Even those people that makes you happy, you can no longer seek comfort in them. Because you don't know, it could be them that makes you sad. But you don't know. It makes you distant to everything, to everyone, it makes you question everything. And you can't do anything about it. Because whenever you try to talk about it, you can't answer that one crucial answer, "why?". They can't help you. It all depends on you to not be sad. But how? It's like you've forgotten how to be happy, isn't it? Even though there's some kinda lump in your heart, you can't cry. You can't waste your tears on something that is unclear.
Being sad without knowing what makes you sad, that shit leaves you empty.
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