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In a sad sad way, I am quite happy right now, but in an even sadder way, I am not so.

I feel like I'm on that spiral again. I haven't really been there since Matt got here, because he makes me really happy, but we all know that real inner happiness has to begin within, not from some outside force "making" you happy.

I feel unhappy today.

I should be quite happy, we're looking at another property today, and we're going to see Gogol Bordello this evening. Those will probably prove to be a happy sort of distraction. I am generally satisfied with life at the moment, and I have nothing to complain about, yet I'm feeling horribly dismal like there is some cloud. I don't know what's wrong with me.