I’m happy and I just want everyone to be happy for me. After a year and a half of being essentially, well, sad all the time. Don’t I deserve to be happy? Don’t I deserve to finally have what I want and for things to fall into place for me? Because its starting to feel like people don’t think I deserve to be happy. Like I’m not worthy. OR I’m worthy of being happy, but not in the way I want.
Things are slowly falling into place for me and for the first time in a long time, when I
wake up in the morning, it doesn’t feel like someone took a shit on me in my sleep. I feel relaxed, optimistic, happy, and in love.
"Happiness is only real when shared."
"Have faith that things will work out for the best..that whatever sent us off in
different directions is the very same thing that will bring us back together.”
Go fuck yourself. Your phone died my ass. More like turned off. When you want me to be around to talk, I’m there. But when I need you, your ass has better shit to be doing.