I’ve been scared away by life again. Two steps forward, one step back. Why does my humanness have to interfere with my happiness?

It feels burdensome to have the responsibility of making me happy. It’s a crossroads I find myself at when I forget it’s up to me.

I couldn’t believe this injustice on top of all I had gone through and was facing. But did I want to be right or do I want to be happy?