I just want to be happy. Is that too much to ask for? I am happy. Maybe not completely but it’s as good as it’s going to get right now and I’m 100% okay with that.
What I don’t get is why my friends assume that just because I don’t go out and get shit faced anymore, I must not be happy. I must be depressed about something.
It’s called growing up.
I have priorities.
I am happy not being shit faced all the time.
I think my liver is happy too.