Every time I’m on the verge of breaking out the shell to sheer happiness, my wings fail me and I get crushed.
But seriously, what’s the point of even being happy if all that ends up happening is you looking like a fool and just getting hurt? I’m staying content because it’s neutral like number 7 on the pH scale.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
I was so close to being happy for once again.
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don't look down on happiness, it'll come one day.
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