These are some things that really stress me out:
Feeling like I'm imposing on people by merely existing, talking to strange people about problems that are personal to me, being told I'm not smiling big enough when I'm focusing all my energy on trying to smile in the first place, and not being able to cry when I need to.

These are some things that really make me happy:
Playing with the bracelets on my wrist that various friends have given me, thinking about Jeremy, smelling flowers, things turning out right.

Somehow, the bad always seems to be much more pressing than the good. I wish it didn't feel like that right now.