It's so easy to hide sadness. In an earlier post I wrote that it's so easy to be happy, but today I realized that I was not happy. I was just hiding my unhappiness. Through words and smiles you can fool anyone and soon you will be able to fool yourself, if only far a little while. But soon something will knock you back down again and you will realize that you weren't happy about anything in particular you were just putting on a mask. All the things that made you sad to begin with are still there, just piling up. I haven't been happy for the longest time. The happy that lasts. The happy that allows you to wake up and look forward to the day. They say that it gets better, but the world stays the same. It's a world that bullies for differences, that destroys lives through killing dreams and telling you no. Sometimes I think that there is so much more to be unhappy about than there is to make you happy again.