4/7/14
my happiness is confined to a day, three hours, or just a measly seven minutes. because i think it would be awfully selfish of me to ask for a chain of happy days to happen. it would be so fucking selfish of me to hope to be happy, when there are people around me that are so much sadder. i just can't ask for more.
besides, when does consistent joy even happen anyway? happiness in my case is temporary. it's something that wears off. like a band-aid. a momentary relief from pain, a momentary block from everything that can hurt the wound. but no band-aid sticks forever. it peels off.
i wonder, was happiness meant to be like that? is that still called happiness?
i don't even know...