Really.
I love the idea that things will all work out.
That I'll be happy always. And that sadness is never more than a flighty, fleeting sort of thing.
And I think that I'm right. Or just hopeful. But how can I not be? There's so much to look forward to.
I'm happy just ... being. For the first time I think. Doing nothing but reading and watching movies and listening to music and eBaying and gardening and eating and generally passing through the days. I'm happy. Happy.
It's weird typing that . Per usual, it'd be "Grr. I hate life right now. X, Y, and Z are awful. I'm pitiful and unproductive."
But everything, or most things, since never will everything be okay (seriously, just watch the news), seem to be going swimmingly. I love that word, by the way. Swimmingly. It has such a charming ring to it.
In a month and six days, I'll be on the other side of the country. Probably sleeping, but more than ready to start life. That, my friends, is a devastatingly romantic thought.
I'm happy. :)
That I'll be happy always. And that sadness is never more than a flighty, fleeting sort of thing.
And I think that I'm right. Or just hopeful. But how can I not be? There's so much to look forward to.
I'm happy just ... being. For the first time I think. Doing nothing but reading and watching movies and listening to music and eBaying and gardening and eating and generally passing through the days. I'm happy. Happy.
It's weird typing that . Per usual, it'd be "Grr. I hate life right now. X, Y, and Z are awful. I'm pitiful and unproductive."
But everything, or most things, since never will everything be okay (seriously, just watch the news), seem to be going swimmingly. I love that word, by the way. Swimmingly. It has such a charming ring to it.
In a month and six days, I'll be on the other side of the country. Probably sleeping, but more than ready to start life. That, my friends, is a devastatingly romantic thought.
I'm happy. :)