Tonight the softness and comfort of my pillow caught a lot of tears.

     I was doing so well.

I guess happiness is the worst curse because you're so oblivious to the fact that it can be snatched from you at any second, it takes you by complete surprise when the rug is yanked from under you.

    this happened so many times I should've expected it by now.

Loneliness loves me too much to see me happy.