I'm so frustrated...arrggg hate this rusty body.
Been struggling recently over "how could I get happy again? HOW?". I remember me being happy, day by day. What was I worrying about every day then? Earn myself enough to sustain hours of hanging with friends, that's it ohh not yet, and getting fit, that's it. Those trivial small concerns never came close to ruin my infinite moments of joy, damn I miss those moments. Since when I'm afraid of hanging out...
Since I started feeling tired, I don't know why, and my frustration over that question seemed make me even worse. Such horrible simple catch and how fragile a person is to be affected by it, there's only myself there to blame for, yeah fuck me. Times to times I have been questioning myself what used to be my desire, definitely not what I want for now, now I would like a bed for my never ending series of sleeps. I don't even want a trip, a discovery, a sensation, a thing... how miserable?
Then there was a day I felt I want something, the day I jumped spontaneously while walking, sang the best I can on the way to supermarkets, the second I felt like to conquer the world with the gorgeous woman of my life. That was the day I realized I need energy to feel happy, not exactly, more like I need to feel well in order to feel good. That's true.
Take care of yourselves fellows, watch your health like a cat over its dumps. Gold words.
Been struggling recently over "how could I get happy again? HOW?". I remember me being happy, day by day. What was I worrying about every day then? Earn myself enough to sustain hours of hanging with friends, that's it ohh not yet, and getting fit, that's it. Those trivial small concerns never came close to ruin my infinite moments of joy, damn I miss those moments. Since when I'm afraid of hanging out...
Since I started feeling tired, I don't know why, and my frustration over that question seemed make me even worse. Such horrible simple catch and how fragile a person is to be affected by it, there's only myself there to blame for, yeah fuck me. Times to times I have been questioning myself what used to be my desire, definitely not what I want for now, now I would like a bed for my never ending series of sleeps. I don't even want a trip, a discovery, a sensation, a thing... how miserable?
Then there was a day I felt I want something, the day I jumped spontaneously while walking, sang the best I can on the way to supermarkets, the second I felt like to conquer the world with the gorgeous woman of my life. That was the day I realized I need energy to feel happy, not exactly, more like I need to feel well in order to feel good. That's true.
Take care of yourselves fellows, watch your health like a cat over its dumps. Gold words.
