Temporary Happiness

The happiness is only temporary she muses, her psychological knowledge kicking in and she knows that she should feel happier, but she doesn't. She feels lonely, sad, and a little depressed.

She should feel happier, but she doesn't.

She just feels so utterly alone, like no one cares about what she's feeling. When someone asks her something, she replies yes, they ask how important it is and she replies, soullessly, "It isn't really." And they leave her be, not really asking anything more.

And she continues to sit there, feeling like she wants to just burst into tears, but she knows that she can't, not until she's in the privacy of her own home, under the stream of water in the shower, that way no one can see her break down, see her walls that she so carefully constructs throughout the day shatter around her.

So she waits until she gets home so she can break down. Succumbing to the temporary happiness that she knows will never make her feel completely happy again.