"You’re a very sad girl."
Wow, so that happened.
New roommate has known me for three days.
Apparently my sadness pours out of me? I’ve never meant for that to become my domineering quality. When did I stop hiding it? I thought I was better, or getting better? I’m supposed to be focusing on my good, and letting my light shine and radiate through me.
There is nothing good about stamping ‘sad’ across your forehead. Sadness is not a cute and quirky little personality charm.
There is no warmth here, the heart cannot grow.