27.01 I'm in pain

I have been stripped of most of my words for I feel obliged to speak out on happiness despite the confusion; the idea of happiness that defies the amount of stimuli and the constant loud terror from within. Speaking, in this case, feels like an animalistic scream in an attempt to stand out from the chaos (with no apparent reasoning). What I find peculiar, even comical, in this scenario is that, while feeling like the need to yell comes from a sense of obligation towards other people, I end up using it, mostly, as a personal affirmation. The more you say, and the louder the yell that comes out of me is, the more I believe that what I am translating is doubtlessly true, is an axiom.