Maybe I'll never be happy, if I find it I hold onto it but even then I'm still trying to find happiness incase that person goes, it's ridiculous the stuff that goes on in my head like really weird, like why is it that I can give great relationship advice to my friends and see things objectively but when it comes to my own I have this self destruct thing, I have to ruin it, I can never be happy with what I have, what is that about and what's even more fucked up is I recognise my flaws in my character yet! I still can't control my emotions and keep it all in check. The mind and body is a powerful thing, it can be your best friend our your worst own enemy.
I'm off to comfort eat and have ben and jerrys icecream, what flavour? caramel chew with the taste of my bitter sweet tears.