I wasn't unhappy, but I was a little like: 'Is this it? Really?' I was thirsty.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I've realized I can't waste any moment being unhappy.
I remember one day sitting at the pool and suddenly the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why was I so unhappy? I had success. I had security. But it wasn't enough. I was exploding inside.
I mean, I'm not unhappy, but there's still so much I want to do.
As I started getting older, I realized, 'I'm so happy!' I didn't expect this! I wasn't happy when I was young.
I used to think drinking was the only way to be happy. Now I know there is no way to be happy.
I think it's not inaccurate to say that I had a perfectly happy childhood during which I was very unhappy.
I was miserable as a kid.
Unhappy is a nice word.
I really didn't consider myself happy or unhappy.
But here's the thing: I had this great job, and I would still feel terribly depressed. I would just be like, 'This isn't the sweet spot. I thought this would be it, and I don't feel happy.'