My happiness has been blinding what is true...things haven't changed. I'm still the same. Things are still the same. 3x 4 Seasons of Loneliness, except for me having a thing for my ex. The feelings between her and I is just friendship and I'm content there.
I caught myself lately staring out at windows, blindly staring ignoring the visual senses of my environment. I'm no longer hung up on someone, but more or less hung up on my feelings. My happiness is blinding from what's true, my anger a channeled rage that is more equipped with structure than just random self-craziness. My sadness, only evident in my eyes and my heart. Nobody is able to see it, because it appears that even to the psychologists, that it's blind to them.
It appears that I'm very good at hiding my feelings.
