happiness, real.

YOU WERE ONCE HAPPY WITHOUT THEM, YOU'LL BE HAPPY AGAIN.

what i'm afraid of is the argument of that. i feel i, once, just won't snap back into being happy again. i feel i've been hurt too much and far too often to continue to follow this paved roadway. i'm tired of this bullshit.

me, all of me.
100% of me is tired of where i'm at.

i'm tired of liars. i'm tired of being used, and abused, and giving advice that i don't even know if it works because i'm never in a relationship to give you anything real, and i'm tired of being alone. i'm tired of being the third, or fifth, or any odd number, really, wheel in a group and just sitting there as everyone acts all couple-y and shit and i feel like leaving. i'm tired of feeling like leaving.

i've substituted happiness with dollar signs, and i suppose it wasn't too much of a change. money buys my happiness; i'm married to the government.