A month ago, I sat in bed watching Crazy/Beautiful with a bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats, feeling sorry for myself and wondering when I would find happiness again.
A month later, I sit in bed, still with a bowl of Honey Bunches of Oats, but no longer feeling sorry for myself.
It doesn't matter if I'm with someone or if I'm alone, I can always be happy. I have friends who want me around enough to ask me out for retail therapy when they get their heart broken. I have friends who mercilessly make fun of me. I have friends who entertain me on IM in the middle of the night. Recently, more and more so, I'm finding myself loved, and pampered, and I laugh almost all the time.
I'll never be happy enough. I'll always be on the pursuit of happiness.
But right now, I'm happier than I've been in a very, very long while.
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