A review by gamerboy09pc
A Faint Heart by Fyodor Dostoevsky

4.0

“I have never been ungrateful,” Vasya went on softly, as though speaking to himself, “but if I am incapable of expressing all I feel, it seems as though . . . it seems, Arkady, as though I am really ungrateful, and that’s killing me.”

Came upon it and read at a similar phase in my life.
Sudden happiness against all expectations.
Feeling unworthy of everything good that comes my way.
When luck becomes undesirable and unbearable.
When sadness becomes so a part of your life, that anything different seems strange and threatening.
When did I forget how to be happy?