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A newfound frenzy animates me. So much to do, so little time... My personal guess is that, in the event that my schedule would get any busier right now, I'd simply explode.

I can't help but wonder is what I feel right now is happiness, or simply a mad, frantic exhilaration whose only purpose is to prevent me from noticing my own suffering.

If I were happy, I wouldn't feel like smashing my own soul, would I?

They say that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.

What if I hadn't found happiness, but simply enthusiasm? What if I had nothing to project my feelings on but myself?