My secret to happiness is being miserable.
I understand how having nothing feels like.
When I get the smallest bit of joy out of life, it feels even better.
Like a hot bowl of soup after trying to walk home in the rain because you hadn't the coin for the bus.
I'd like to be honest to myself, I should feel miserable when I want to.
I shouldn't really care about people telling me to try and be happy when I can't be.
I shouldn't hide behind a flimsy wall of happiness to distract me from what should be felt.
We feel bad because of something unfortunate in our lives.
I'd like to use it as my own motivation.
I'm known to be kind, down to a fault.
On the other hand, I'm also full of ferocity and will tempered by years of just getting by.
Best piece of advice, life without fear.
Live without holding back.
Just... Live.
Wake up tomorrow, look at the mirror and tell yourself this:
Be it as it may, my life is free and I can do anything to it.
Repeat after me, I. Am. Free.