Creed's Corner: A Collection of the Morbid, Mysterious, and Mrandom

[John V]

Creed is actually happy no changes are needed. Because he has friends and people he can count on.
Because the manly power of friendship.

Huh, I never would have interpreted this as being happy:

Maybe this sounds like I'm moping and feeling sorry for myself. Maybe I am. I feel helpless, hopeless, and defeated. Nothing's working, nothing's going right. It's getting harder and harder just to get out of bed. Every day drifts by in a hazy, colorless blur, with no passage of time noted or remarked upon. I go to sleep lonely and afraid. And all the words of encouragement others give me comes through as if spoken underwater. I feel everything closing in on me, I feel myself shutting down slowly and I don't know how to stop it. I'm at the point where now I feel like if I got into a relationship, it would be out of pity from the other rather than out of any genuine affection for me.
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I don't know. I just don't know. About anything. About myself, about my life. About who I am, what I'm doing, where I'm going, what I want... I don't know. I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't fucking know. I'm losing my mind, I feel myself slipping away and I can't connect with anything or anyone anymore. I don't know what to do. I'm scared and resigned, in pain and numb all at once. I don't know what I'm feeling. I want to express myself. I can't do it adequately. I want to put my thoughts to words but it's all coming out insufficient, lackluster, half-correct but with so much missing. I feel like I have no mouth, but I want to scream. I need to scream. I have to scream. But I can't. I don't know how. Like I'm trying to describe color to a creature with no eyes. Or I'm blind and trying to understand color as explained to me by the croaking of a bullfrog.

So that's what happy looks like to you folks. Go figure...