i can't remember anything. the only thing i know is that Saturday morning came too fast, and my mind can't rest. what i did, and what i said, i can't remember.
i smile. i say i'm okay. i say i don't know what happened. but i know otherwise.
Maybe my friend is right, unless i find peace, and i get the rest i need, i won't be happy. Maybe I am happy, but not the kind that would make me feel satisfied.
I get bored, I feel tired, but I am happy.
Maybe it's about time I think of my own happiness.