It's that thought that hovers in the back of your mind, silently fighting its way to consume you with each and every second that passes by. It drains the life out of you, leaving you breathless and exhausted. You fight it alone because you are afraid; afraid of trusting, afraid of being a burden, afraid of placing unnecessary weight on someone's shoulders. Being happy means being selfish, in your terms anyway. That is something you don't want to be, so you continue living life every day, a reticent life every day, letting these concoction of thoughts eat away every inch of happiness you have left in you, leaving you completely and utterly miserable.
