Progress

 

 

I can’t tell if I’m happy because I’m doing things with my life,

Or I just am so busy I don’t have time to be sad.

 

I don’t have the patience for it anymore.

 

I’ve spent too many years sitting and moping and fucking up my life to go back to it now.

I don’t enjoy being sad anymore, as much as an oxymoron that is, thats what I was like before.

 

I am Tired,

                    Bitchy

                                     and,      busy.

 

But that is how life works, so at least those are normal stresses.

I am so done with hating and feeling sorry for myself.

 

 

I just want a normal life, with love, responsibilities and a genuinly cliche happy ending.

 

Even if those feelings to fuck it all up never completely go away,

I know I’m stronger than them.