So I felt it would have been best to say this with a more past tense prospective instead of just hurrying my way to the apartment Wednesday afternoonish. I am just walking out of crossroads mall from a store a love (with a happy mood) so im just walking on the sidewalk and i crossed the road and then as soon as i get to the the sidewalk path i needed to take. the police call me over... they legit were questioning me for why i was "yelling at someone" (which was not true - i still to this very day cant think of any damn reason why anybody would even think i would be yelling at someone when i wasnt even communicating with anyone) so after i told them i wasnt yelling at anyone they asked me where i lived and how i get in the area i was in so i tell them. then they just let me be on my way. and from the moment on i couldnt be happy becuz i was blamed for some shit i wasnt even doing. like do i look like the fucking bad guy to ppl? it just feels like whenever i do try to feel happy something is always taking my happy face away from me. am i not allowed to feel happy? hell my dad even noticed i was home early (and i never told him why) not that he was asking he just noticed this and moved on about the day (thank freaking god) but like what do you guys think? is life really trying its hardest to make me as miserable about myself as it can? cuz thats how it feels tbh. 😭😭😭😭