This day has been extraordinarily great.
I just wrote it an hour ago. I knew I shouldn't have.
It feels like it's probably hiding behind some corner. Laughing when I write down words like those. Laughing with its little sharp teeth showing. You just wait and see. It lurks and waits. It's patient. And once you have basked in your happiness for a moment, it strikes. And makes your chest hurt so badly it's hard to breathe.
I just wish that one day I could wake up and not deal with this. What have I done to deserve this... I had three days off last week and nevertheless I'm so tired that it's ridiculous.
If someone sells bottled happiness, I would like to buy it.
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