Stress kills, sadness pains. Why should I worry? I'm sick of being bothered by the most idiotic things. I'm ready to be BRIGHT AND SHINY, as Grey's Anatomy would say. I want to go roller blading with a chocolate ice cream cone, feeling the heat of the sun on my back. I want to go to a carnival, win a stuffed animal, and eat cotton candy. I want fun! I want happiness. I want pixie dust. So... why should I worry? Instead, I should be awesome. I should manifest my own awesome-ness. I should not mope and be sad and wait for somebody to be there for me. It's so much easier not to care. It's so much easier to say fuck the rest and just LIVE.
But it's so difficult to stop worrying. It's so difficult to be bright and shiny.
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