Whenever the world around me was happy, it felt deceitful. It all felt fake and foolish and ignorant—on purpose. It made me angry at everyone. It made me want to hate them all. I was mad at the Texas sky for being sunny that September day. It felt inappropriate. I felt like the whole world was in on this deception—like even the weather was smiling at me and telling me to move on already. But I wasn’t falling for it.
