Nostalgia
I miss being depressed. I miss the despair, the gloom, the self-loathing, the bad poetry. Those were some good times.
I used to be dark, edgy, a swimmer flouting the mainstream. I had attitude; I was a rebel with cause.
And then I got happy.
Out of nowhere, the bitch sucker-punched me.
And I’ve never been the same since.
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