When you have so little to
complain about, what are you supposed to do? It's been ages since I feel like
this, since I could actually smile almost every time I'm around someone. I
know, I know, it's all because it's the very beginning and all that stuff, but
it doesn't feel like that. It's like we've waiting for too long, giving for too
long, that this it's not the beginning, it's just one more step.
Probably, if I were reading
this a month ago, I'd be all "Fuck this shit!" and now it's all
butterflies and "Let's see the world!". I'm not saying it's neither
good nor bad, but let's be honest; we've always wanted what we don't have. Even
when you're with someone, you could think that your freedom is no longer there,
or that kind of things which don't do anything but mess it all up.
Right now and right here, I
have nothing to complain. So sorry for causing you extremely boredom, but you
know, I'm happy. Let's face it.
