I just want to be happy.
I subscribe to the religion of happiness.
Happiness above all else.
Relax and be happy.
I’ve spent the last year breaking up with someone. A year before that, I spent three years with someone pushing me away.
It’s been a long five years. A really REALLY long five years. And, I’m exhausted. Wiped out. Over it.
I just want to be happy, find love, and live my best life.
And, I’m separating my happiness from love. They aren’t tied to one another. I know.
It’s just that love seems to keep screwing up my happiness. Hard to separate something that won’t separate.