That last line though. "Deep down between all the stuff and status updates, he's drowning in plain sight, using happiness as a mask while his soul quietly screams for something real."
This is the victorian era roasting I come to the internet for.
Happiness is an emotion. Emotions are fleeting. They come and go, as they are supposed to. To live chasing perpetual happiness is to live emotionally, like a woman, or in this case a faggot.
This is the victorian era roasting I come to the internet for.