happiness

we all seek happiness in this life. sometimes it feels like some of us just provide it. that’s because one second we’re close to it and in the next one it’s miles away.
if I could measure my happiness in all these tears, then I would be one lucky bastard. but I’m not. I wanted to be there. now I just want to write a suicide note, just in case. something’s wrong, honey, and I hope it’s just a wrong feeling I have.
be happy.