I am happy, and you must know it.
I am happy because I have discovered a new purpose in life.
And no, it’s not the serious, philosophical kind that will supposedly enlighten the lives of millions or billions. Or eve trillions.
The new purpose of my life is to write. Nothing dramatic. Just my usual rants and raves. Boring? Perhaps. But here’s the good part: i get to make it look pretty and cute and all manner of adorableness because guess what? I’m happy and I don’t give a rat’s ass about what other people might think. Heehee.
I am happy, but I also have a class to attend. And a shower to take. And proper clothes to wear (picture me clutching my pj’s to my chest, sobbing). And a university to go to. And a midterm paper to submit. Which is woefully under-limit. Or whatever the correct word is for ‘I was supposed to write 1500-2000 words but the topic was so boring and the internet had only ONE source to cite so I only managed to write a 1000 words even though i always always ALWAYS go beyond the given word limit but this time i just don’t care because I’m happy’.
GOOD LORD IT’S LATE I NEED TO SHOWER.
Sad life. Even if i AM happy.