It's hard to be sad when you have no illusions.

I mean, I know what you're thinking: "But isn't that a good thing?" You see, there are different kinds of sadness.

There's the kind of sadness that comes from being disappointed in something or someone, and then there's the kind of sadness that comes from realizing that things will never be what you want them to be.

The first is painful and can lead to anger; the second is painful because it's not like anything else in life—the kind of pain that makes you feel empty inside.

And then there's a third kind of sadness: the kind that comes from feeling isolated from everyone around you by virtue of your own thoughts, which are what they are and nothing more.

This is a different sort of pain than either of the other two—it feels more internal than external, even though it isn't necessarily any less real (and maybe even more real). The thing about this kind of sadness is that it doesn't go away when you do anything about it; it just gets covered up by everything else going on around you until one day you realize how deep it goes: all the way down into the pit at your core where all your hopes and dreams are buried under layers.