My problem is this. I'm looking for my happiness. I'm looking damned hard for it, frankly, but it's eluding me. You know when you're standing outside, and the wind is blowing, and you listen to what it's saying? Most of the time I can hear it clearly but sometimes, just every once in a while, I can't make out the words. You know? They're flowing by, brushing against you, and you can FEEL them, but you just can't quite hear what is being said. Well, anyways, that's kind of how I feel right now. My happiness, I can almost make it out, but just not quite.
I think that I might just go insane. Some people think I've long been there, but I'm not sure. I think that I've just been a rather odd individual all my life. Not insane. I have my quirks, to be sure, but...well...alrighty, so I am quite likely insane, in some form or another. Still. That's besides the point. Maybe go insane isn't the right depiction. Snap is a lot closer.
Right now, I just can't take this place.