Happiness is so dangerous. I am happy for tomorrow because I have a plan. I have three plans actually. I am happy for the future because the school year will end and I will be home and I will be happy. I cannot figure out why I am happy right now, but I am happy.

You know those little lies you tell yourself to make yourself feel better? Sometimes they are true. Sometimes I am a vindictive, spiteful person, and this too will come back to me.