Do any of you wake up and are like "fuck I didn't die in my sleep" and so now you're laying in bed mentally and physically numb from dissatisfaction and the fact that you have to go through another day? 

I feel like a dark cloud hovers over me while I aee people with so much joy and color surrounding them. 

People say I come off as a happy/positive person but once I'm alone at home and take a shower I feel like I scrub away that facade and I'm left with a hollow body that is trying to find a reason to take one step forward each day.