I’m cautious in saying this, but sometimes I just wish there were a pill for being happy.
That experiment has played out in senses before, and it’s always disastrous. Drugs. MDMA (ecstacy). Addiction. Abuse. Death. Bodily ramifications.
It never works out well. You have to do it yourself. And my mom warns me not to wish for things too freely, but that’s kind of superstitious. Just because you wish it doesn’t mean it will come true.
And just because I want it doesn’t mean I would actually do it. I wouldn’t actually take the pill.
It’s just, I wish things were easier sometimes.
Doldrums, closest approximation, atm.