I am unhappy. I am not happy. Why? Es geht mir unglucklich. Es geht mir unglucklich. Warum? I don’t remember. Was there ever a reason? Was I ever happy? I am not happy. I am not happy. I am unhappy. Happy I am not.
I hide it. I don’t want them to know I am unhappy.
There is no reason.
There is a reason . . .
I AM BROKEN
*Disclaimer: I am not unhappy, this was a form experiment gone amuck because the blog format can’t really show what was going on spatially.