I just realized today something that's become painfully obvious over the last few months. I dislike telling people when I'm unhappy because I don't want false sympathy. Putting up with people's well wishes and repetitive condolences can be so nauseating that it makes me wish I never opened up my mouth in the first place. At this point I can't even tell when I'm miserable or when I'm in a normal frame of mind, so I just complain about anything to fill up the emptiness between times where I'm happy.
This has gotten to the point where I have nothing to say here or anywhere else. I think I have nothing to say, that nothing is going on, and nothing is happening, nothing has happened. But it's past 2AM I have an 8AM class tomorrow and I can't sleep because so many thoughts are spinning around in my head. And yet I have nothing to say. I could complain about classes, homework, the weather, but then again that's not why I'm still awake.
So how am I today? Fine, thank you and goodbye, there is nothing more to say.