The sky will come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
Anyways, I’m thinking about changing this goal to “Be Happy.” instead of “Stay Happy.” Shit would make more sense that way.
“Waking up, I see that everything is okay. The first time in my life and now it’s so great. Slowing down, I look around and I’m so amazed: I think about the little things that make life great.”
No more relying on other people to make me smile. :).
One day, everything inside me will pile up and explode into a billion little pieces.
But I’m thinking that when that day comes, it might save me. And as contradictory as it sounds. It might make me whole.
But for now. Fuck my life.