I should be happy
Today was a good day
like objectively a good day
like, on paper, a good day
I should be happy
Today good things happened
better things than yesterday
or last week
or last month
or the last 6 months
I should be happy
But why do I feel like I'm moving my feet through water just to slow them down?
Like I'm looking through cotton just to see where I'm going
Like I'm laughing to prove my smile is bigger than it is
Like even breathing is made harder by the sheet over my lips
parachuting into my mouth with every breath.
I swear
I should be happy