Happy
I have something to say;
there is so much in my life right now that I bang the,
it is both bad and good things, but mostly it is
these kinds of issues I need to think about all the time.
Every day I feel bad but I'm dying anyway.
I would not lie in my bed all day and just think.
I want to put on the great adventure, or atleast soo as I can handle.
Every day I go out of bed, I feel both
happiness and nausea, I have betrayed someone without meaning.
But I can not live without it I'm happy all the time.
My happiness is that I am only happy, but others.
But I've been sacrificing a lot for me to be happy,
but sometimes I feel not so successful.
I'd really like to tell you about my happiness, but it would just ruin everything
I am very happy with you. The happiness and imagination I have
Who has said that it lives only in fairy tales?
Since I live in a fairy tale sometimes, for I am waking up from
dream, how can I believe I have really levtden happiness?
I want to share with you my happiness, but you will allow me not.
You will then be unhappy.
Peace?
If not, you will not see me again!
