“Happiness is something that you live in your life, not something that you get in the end of your life. Don’t wish for happiness. Just live your life happily,” they said.
So here I am, in the middle of nowhere, in the twisting game that has been given by this universe, in the momen when I’m stuck in the same pattern and lost in a same labyrinth over and over again, in the moment when I know that you know but you seem like don’t really want to make this grow, in the moment when you’ve got me fucking wrapped around your finger but you don’t even fucking care...
I. Am. Happily. Waiting.
Waiting for all people to punch me in the face and make me sober, waiting for the moment when my heart could finally say “I’m no longer falling”, waiting for the day when my stomach could stop aching when I hear your name, waiting for the moment when I would laugh freely at this stupidity.
The stupidity of being controlled by a person who doesn’t even want to take control.
Give it to God and go to sleep.