I never like to watch tragically sad movies or listen to sad songs or read sad stuff.
It's not so much of a mere transfer of sadness;
They make me depressed, and it becomes a downward spiral.
they imprint the emotions on me with a branding iron and there's the pangs of feverish anxious flutterings in my chest which follows like a disease as the wound festers.
I get stuck in this rut, too tired to call out, too resigned to raise my hands to the fingers reaching down from above, to get up...
all the while thinking about the terrible, hollow numbness within.

so tell me why experiencing too much happiness makes me feel this way too now.