Jul 20, 2015 21:47
I am actually really bad at being happy.
I'm grateful. I am. I've done something I've always wanted to do: spend a night in a hotel- where I don't have to worry about anyone else. What's even better, I got to share this with someone special. Just for a short time, we had our own little nest, we could go wherever we pleased and we weren't going to have to overhear three hours of political debates from his housemates.
I have this idea that if I do enough of the little things I've always wanted to do, I can finally move on from so many years of unhappiness, so much time spent working hard for so little, so much loneliness and so many lies I believed about myself.
I want to create my own happiness and be deserving of it. As long as I don't turn into a jerk. I don't like them.