Despite my moment of weakness (the moment that feels eternal), I try to find happiness. I find happiness in others and all I need to do is push myself. but it's so hard sometimes
I'm trying
I have no idea why I have these unbearable emotions when I think about the fact that I can't make you happy, it brings me down so fast that if somebody tells me I did something wrong or incorrect or anything that's not good, I just feel so... It makes me think about all of the things I hate and it ruins me. I'm ruined
I like things. I like a lot of that stuff. Like that thing between sleep and awake, and the color of water, and the sun and moon, and the stars and sky.
And I especially like you. And your mistakes. And your eyes. And your laugh.
And I like to think its only real to me.