Happiness is everywhere. It goes to people who deserve it. I see it everywhere. In peoples faces, their actions and the way they talk. But why can’t I be happy. Why does it have to be like a storm that goes around a town or a city. How do people do it? How do people find someone that makes them happy? And then hold onto them. What do they have that I don’t? A will to live, self-esteem, someone that loves and cares about them. Why can’t I be happy?
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC
Happiness is everywhere. It goes to people who deserve it. I see it everywhere. In peoples faces, their actions and the way they talk. But why can’t I be happy. Why does it have to be like a storm that goes around a town or a city. How do people do it? How do people find someone that makes them happy? And then hold onto them. What do they have that I don’t? A will to live, self-esteem, someone that loves and cares about them. Why can’t I be happy?
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