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I'm convinced there's nothing anyone can say to me or do for me to make me happy. I guess however happiness is suppose to be self-produced- I shouldn't rely on others. This is hard. I ask God for a deep joy that no one can take away but it seems that I'm still easily emotionally affected but what happens to me. I'm not sure what happiness feels like. I copy the emotions of what it looks like because I feel like that's trying. I tell some people of my feelings but It overwhelms them. I don't have true friends, interests, or passions. I'm indifferent to it all. I'll try anything that I know is not against my faith, I will make an effort to enjoy myself and sometimes I can trick myself into it for an hour then when the activity finishes I have the same feelings if being alone. I'm really just done. I feel terrible. I'm constantly in the word looking for answers living by it and talking to God about everything good and bad and just what happened in my day. Sometimes I feel he has left me. I'm terribly jealous. Making connections with other people or going through the steps of friendship is mentally exhausting, I'm am introvert. It's all so hard. Boo hoo. I'm sure in not the first just one of the many. I read that life isn't suppose to be easy that we aren't to take the easy way. But why is it painfully hard to live through day by day.