am sad.

I have nothing to say except, "I am sad." Very sad. This blog is meant to embrace the little things in life that make me happy. But what am I supposed to say when I'm not happy? I guess I could say how I feel when I am sad. I hope no one actually reads this, but I am going to lose it if I don't vent a little bit, and I have to write this dumb blog or I won't get a good grade so I don't want to do any extra work by doing these things separately.
I feel like a big, fat slug. I don't want to move. I don't want to eat. I don't want to go to sleep, even. Here I am, existing, with this giant void and sadness in me and there is nothing to be done about it.  You'd think at eighteen, I could handle these feelings. But lately, all I can do is sit in my room and stare at the wall, focusing on the texture, color, anything, somehow convincing myself that it is the least bit productive. My entitlement to happiness is well deserved, but somehow, something manages to snatch it out of my hands the second it is within reach. I hate everything, at least until my next blog post.