coldeyes
the rumbling is comfy
- Jan 9, 2019
- 75
dysfunctional
Arcanist
- Oct 26, 2018
- 459
Not for the last 3 months at this point.
glittergore
the sea, the sea
- Jun 16, 2020
- 119
Peace? God no. Happiness? Kind of. When I'm making art or thinking about something engaging/interesting/inspiring/meaningful, I do find some joy. It's always accompanied by pain for various reasons, but the joy is still there.
Woodnote
Goodbye
- Oct 23, 2019
- 277
Lunarhour
Student
- May 15, 2020
- 137
Doing the right things, having self control and a clear conscious is the definition of happiness for me. Self worth, bout and habitual constant negative generalizations is constant for unfortuanetly, so my mind is at war with me all the time so i have to really focus on what i'm doing. Because of this my social cues and sense of humour have stagnated, i can be very critical, distracted, a worry wort and pretty pessimistic.
Azzy69
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- Aug 8, 2019
- 605
When I'm manic, hell yeah, but sadly it's part of my mental illness so it doesn't really count ahah
Lost in a Dream
He/him - Metal head
- Feb 22, 2020
- 1,744
Azzy69
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- Aug 8, 2019
- 605
aaaa that's the secret to happiness*lights up a joint*
I'm happy now!
I laugh maybe once a year. It's so bizarre when it happens, because the muscles are so weak from lack of use that I'm immediately winded afterward. I had a genuine smile for the first time in probably 10 years and then I freaked out because I couldn't figure out what was happening to my face... I thought I was being attacked by demons or something weird.
Lost in a Dream
He/him - Metal head
- Feb 22, 2020
- 1,744
It certainly seems like it when I'm feeling the effects of it, but once it wears off, reality sets in and I remember all of the reasons I was unhappy to begin with. I'm really only happy on occasions where I am distracted from those things. Weed can be a good distraction for me, but unfortunately, a distraction is all it is.
Cashewmilk
Specialist
- Mar 10, 2020
- 352
Yes I do but it doesn't count because I pay dearly for it. I suffer from the consequences. Things that truly make me happy these days is having all my necessities, my relaxation ritual which involves a nice dinner on the couch, then my addictive snacks for desert, then smoking a nice session of heroin/fent. Then maybe some more snacks, browse online watch tv etc. Then go to sleep. Then I wake up with severe indigestion, drug addiction sucks and is expensive, food makes me sick and fat, and I have terrible dreams, and I get verbally abused daily because I'm too sick to do chores that I'm forced to do, sick from the food not from the drugs anymore I take methadone for the sickness. It's sad because these are the things that make me truly happy, I humm songs and feel so excited and content. Sometimes when I'm sleeping I realize "oh crap I'm already in bed that means it's over " ... yup that's all I have left in my life. If I don't have those basic things I'm extremely miserable, I used to attempt partial everyday over 5 years ago because I was dope sick and didn't have any drugs or methadone and it was torture, pure hell, no sleep no eating because I was so extremely sick.
" ... yup that's all I have left in my life. If I don't have those basic things I'm extremely miserable, I used to attempt partial everyday over 5 years ago because I was dope sick and didn't have any drugs or methadone and it was torture, pure hell, no sleep no eating because I was so extremely sick.
Marktheghost
Paragon
- Feb 20, 2020
- 911
SpottedPanda
I'm all about coffee and cigarettes
- Jul 24, 2019
- 612
Most of the time I have a sort of bland nothingness, where I'm simply observing the world, the best I experience is weak joy and shallow thrills.
The closest I get to peace and contentment is the ten or so minutes of eating takeaway food.
The closest I get to peace and contentment is the ten or so minutes of eating takeaway food.
