where were you while we were getting high
the first step is acceptance.
i don't like the fact,
but i'm learning to accept
the fact there there is always going
to be something that makes unhappy.
always, so it seems.
i've found love.
something always.
this goes back to my last post.
my inner personality is so fucked up.
god. i love him. i hope he knows. <3
let me explain...
going back to being unhappy.
there is usually ALWAYS something
that comes along, to fuck things up.
i'll be happy, oh so happy, then
something crazy happens, and everything
is fucked up again.
god how am i landed in such a life.
i admit, i used to hate being me. i still
do sometimes. then i remember why i don't.
i love my boyfriend, more than anything.
he loves me, he found me. the feeling i get
being with him or thinking of him is beyond
anything i can ever describe. he's amazing.
<3 he makes me happy
and somehow, some source of fate still wants
to make me unhappy. :(go away.