I have heard so many stories of how
"I am not as happy as I once was in
grade seven or eight" and here is why.
During those years I pretended.
God, did I pretend that I was happy.
Because I thought if I tried to be
happy then somehow by some
majestical power I would
I believed that you chose happiness
and all you had to do is just
b e l i e v e and you would be happy
But during year nine through 11, I
realized, it's not that simple
happiness is not something that
just magically appears
I admit a fake version of happiness
did appear during those years.
Happiness that consisted of me
relying on people who didn't give
two shits about me.
That is not happiness. Happiness
should not be relied on someone,
because let's face it. They won't
always be there.
Happiness is not something someone
can take into existence.
Happiness is something someone
must realize is just chemicals in
your head and you cannot be happy
24/7.
