I am so happy that sometimes I feel like I don't deserve it. Then, every once in a while, I feel like this is the best thing happened to me and that good things happen to people who wait for them, right? I am so happy that it makes me want to vomit, laugh and cry at the same time. I am so happy.
The only problem with this state of mind is that now that my happiness in, let's say, over-reachable levels, every tiny bad detail really feels bad. And when it's not that tiny, when it's something as huge as the distance between the people you love and you, or the fact that the person you like loves someone else more, you are so close to give up, and yet you do everything to keep the happy bubble, and the bubble remains stronger than ever, and you don't know what you feel because what you feel cannot be real. What you feel is something indescribable. Something extraordinary. Exactly such as the things that cause you to feel like that, friendship and love.
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