I can't stand to be sad.
I hate how it weighs on your heart and makes your body ache.
I hate how your thoughts decide to have a mind of their own and form your worst nightmares into something so realistic you'd swear these awful things were actually happening.
I hate the feeling of wanting to cry, but it never comes. Because you're so used to this feeling that your body doesn't know how to cope with it by letting out the tears that could save your peace of mind.
I hate the feeling of having a rock tied to your ankle while you're trying your hardest to swim to the shore.
Sometimes it takes a conscious effort to be happy.