dear ashley,
i've noticed the small ounces of happiness that fills you from day to day, little things, that i know you care about most, but by night you're still running on empty. in a way it feels worse living like this; nothing seems to last.
please, find someone to make you happy again. being the source of your own happiness hasn't been working. it's hard to do when your soul is convinced that it's broken.
sincerely,
yourself