I’ve completely lost it. I don’t know what makes me happy, not even remotely content. I can’t put happiness within people because they always show they don’t deserve it. The only thing keeping me sane, is my marijuana, my cigarettes, my cheap booze and my music; And frankly it probably only seems that way because those objects of matter cannot complain about me. I over think about my happiness or what it may be that used to make me so happy. I’m trying so hard to find that one thing that will benefit me, but I’m failing miserably.