I am ridiculously unhappy. I have been putting up a front for the last few weeks and it's taking it's hold on me. My body is rebelling from it and frankly my mind is too. I've been distancing myself from my loved ones because I feel that I can't talk to them without being judged. While I do know they love me, I just feel that they would frown upon my unhappiness. I just think this is just a bout of depression held over from my father's birthday & anniversary of his passing.
I am just tired of having to explain & repeat myself. I am who I am. I love who I love. Do not look a gift horse in the mouth. I believe that is the main problem. I keep being questioned and that is taking its toll on me. It's slowly chipping away at the base of me. I hate my every action to be interrogated and to have to have a motive behind every action. I do things just because. It may feel right. It may feel good. It may just need to get done.