since i've moved home, i've been struggling to find happiness. i've been looking everywhere. i swear there are too many rocks to check beneath. or happiness is just too small to find on such a large city.
luck. i was so lucky to have a boyfriend. 3 years ago.
i haven't yet replaced him. or the relationship at all.
i've moved on, but i still cant find anyone i like enough
to date again. or the ones i do like, always fit into the
same, scumbag or man whore category and the funny
thing is that they wear a stamp on their foreheads that
say "don't touch me." much like my stamp that says
"i'm bad news."
luck. when jimmy and i dated, i had more than just a
boyfriend, i had great friends, i had guys that wanted
me because they couldn't have me, i had money, i had
an attitude, and pride. everything was good, but i wasn't
happy.
luck. after we broke up, everything slowly fell apart. my
family, school, work; everything slowly fell apart.
and then i met b. and i was happy. for the first time, i
was happy. but of course, i couldn't handle it. so i
freaked out. and i lost him. and he's gone. so far gone.
luck. i moved to ny. in hope to find true love. then i realized
love is found within happiness. now here i am, back at
square one. looking for happiness. because its all just
luck, nothing more, nothing less. just luck. goodbye heartache.
