My emotions are fueled in. It’s a connection that I cannot lose.
I need to pay to be happy, but happiness requires premium fuel, given only to those who can afford it. It’s free to feel sad and anxious, as they are in surplus.
It’s time to fill up, something I dread everyday. Everyday the station in my city chooses and we must follow.
They pick an emotion out of a jar. Secretly, I know it is rigged. They blame it on what they think society feels. The only emotions in the jar are as follows: Sadness, Anxiety, Anger, and Stress.
I cross my fingers for it to finally be happiness, but I know happiness will never be free again. I close my eyes, and all I see is flashing blue.
The third time this week, the sadness overcame me as its fuel is pumped into my brain. A flutter of sadness ran down my spine, a feeling I was so familiar with but could never get over. I begin to cry and wonder when I can afford happiness again.
