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Maybe I’m just feeling emotional, but each new year seems to bring less joy and more sadness. Growing up means leaving behind the carefree days of childhood. I stopped playing with my Barbies when I was ten because I was told it was only for “little kids.”
Last week was my birthday, and I was surprised to realize I almost forgot about it. The day felt empty, like just another ordinary day. When I was younger, birthdays were filled with excitement—presents wrapped in colorful paper and a delicious birthday cake. But this year, I felt... nothing.
I miss the feeling of happiness that makes me want to cry joyful tears, the kind that leaves me unable to stop smiling. Those moments are so rare now. Most days, I feel numb, just another face in the crowd. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt, but I can easily recall the last time I cried so much that I felt like I might collapse. The pain in my chest from crying my heart out is something I will never forget. It felt heavy, yet strangely empty at the same time.
Why is it so hard to be happy? Why does happiness seem to slip away, leaving me searching for the light in a world that often feels so gray? I long to feel that joy again, to embrace the warmth of laughter and the simple pleasures of life.
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