If you were to ask me right now if I am happy, I would honestly say that I am happier than I have ever been...
Hoping that you didn't notice that I never really answered your question.
Happiness.
It's an elusive bitch, isn't it?
I partially think that one can never really know when they are happy. When you are happy, you are fixated on the thing that is giving you joy. It is only when you are depressed that you realize that happiness is gone.
Which I guess means that I am depressed. Or maybe just tired. Maybe just in a lot of physical pain.
I'm just going to go to bed.
11:46 p.m. - 2011-10-29
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