How you know you’re happy: I saw a depression picture that I usually/always reblog but right now to me, it doesn’t seem right. I’m too happy to post that. I just came back from his house and he’s perfect. I don’t take authority from anyone ever, there’s never been anyone that I trust the same or more than myself… Except him. I trust him enough to listen to him. It’s so weird but such a relief to be able to trust someone that much. And he let me rant for 10 minutes about my cookie bake and whatever else I ranted on about drunk and high. Maybe it’s the drugs in my body but I don’t care. That makes it all the more true.
Looking Up For Better Days
Always try to look on the bright side. It took me a long time to realize I should, and an even longer time to get my mind to do so.