My too realistic perspective sets a boundary, between wanting to be happy or just happy settling for an "okay"... No matter how hard I try to escape... it clings onto me. So tight that it becomes a part of me. Then, I encounter something familiar; kinda a safe zone to me. And isn't familiarity, comforting? It's rather unhealthy. In spite of that, if you genuinely want to see with clarity, try this; the reality.
Place where I wanna be heard and don't at the same time.