I was born a Happy Person.

I am happy.

Happy like...

I was on Christmas when I received a 

Soft Serve Ice Cream Maker.

I'm more than just satisfied,

I think I'm truly ecstatic.

Truly, my room isn't clean,

which can be considered more

of a pet peeve than ever,

and I'm running in he(ck) 

every other day,

but 

I'm lovin this life.

Now, tomorrow you'll see me and 

I'll probably be [fake]-happy again.

Which I feel like I usually am.

Because usually I am upset about something.

But just today, I realized.

Its not [fake]-happy!

I've tried to fake happy.

Its near the impossible.

And as much as I'd like to 

draw attention to myself by being

overly depressed

sad

and upset,

I'm afraid that's just not going to work.

Before, I thought that the way I could get you

to notice me

Was to be completely 

invisible.

I thought that I was so sad

that if I could just cry in your arms

Any person would sympathize with me

and become my friend.

However,

Today I realized.
That is obviously not me,

that is obviously

a completely different being inside of me

who feels like they are starved of attention 

even though I'm getting plenty of it.

I can't say I'm super popular,

but I have friends, 

and I'm definitely not a shy person.

It is incredibly hard for me to stay angry at someone

for more than one or two minutes

and It is even more improbable

that I would ever fall victim to a depression.

Its true.

I don't know why,

but

I was born 

a Happy Person.