I'm afraid of happiness. Because I know after every high there are always lows. I'm scared of whatever comes after the rainbows. I'm scared of days like these. Days where I woke up feeling okay, feeling good because I finally almost pieced myself back up together. And boom, the sky falls upon me and I'm back to pieces.

I'm content with sadness. Because when you're sad, you knew how things are gonna go. You know how you going to feel for the day. I found comfort in sadness simply because I knew I couldn't go down any more. I knew I'm broken, and I knew where they are. I found peace in them.

—but now, everything is ruined, again.