Why do I feel so giddy?

I've been reeling aronud all day, laughing but I don't mean it, smiling fakely.

I feel happy.

I guess.

I'm not sure.

I jump to do what ever my parents tell me, as if to mask something I'm doing wrong.

But am I doing anything wrong?

I don't think I am. Maybe my subconcious is.

I don't know.

There's a pot of red dyed onions sputtering on the stove.

My dad is vacuuming the linolium.

My cat is clawing the window.

Why me? Why life?

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Rosie.

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