happiness and hope
I have long since forgotten how true happiness could be. Its presence could be determined and undermined only by the exceptional power which eternally envelopes the human mind. Happiness could only be established once the human mind perceives it so. Some say that contentment, blessings, and various what-have-yous accompany happiness, but I daresay happiness can stand firmly on its own.
Sadly, I am standing nowhere near the blissful light brought about by happiness. My mere presence disgusts me in some ways, and other seemingly invaluable and meaningless things make their way to haunt me intolerably. Apparently, hope comes naturally as a figment of my imagination, paving no walkable path for happiness.
Yet, on my honor (and desperation), I am saying that there is still some hope for someone like me. There always is. I do hope, a lot, and I am furthermore hoping that someone or something will finally come my way to fulfill these hopes which make my life more tolerable despite all the horrors that surround me eternally.