/lit/ - Literature

sometimes I look around myself and acknowledge that im surrounded by things I love and that life isn't so bad even though things are rough, and even that most of my real problems and vices are self-inflicted due to my restlessness and inability to just sit back and be content, and I feel a good feeling rising up inside me, but then it just suddenly "destabilizes" and falls apart and I go back to normal. its like my mind physically wont let me hold on to that feeling for more than a brief moment and be happy