God I miss the days when I felt truly happy, not wallowing in my own crippling depression and existentialism to the point where I am no longer able to be a productive citizen, no longer able to make social contact. I miss the days when I had fun outside, when I was physically active, and not eating whole potatoes with ranch dressing on my smelly basement couch while marathoning reruns of Weeds, gazing down at my hair layered beer belly and wondering what went wrong. I miss the days when I didn't run a novelty shop for my little pony plushie collectors and a variety of underground hip hop forums populated with hundreds of presumably underage kids, sensitive to every change I make. I miss the days when I didn't live in this industrial wasteland full of crack junkies and prostitutes, the last great thing to happen to it was Robocop. I miss the days when I felt truly happy.