My mom keeps asking me if I’m happy and I don’t know how to respond to her. Like, “Happy”? Am I “Happy”? In the face of everything, at the end of the day, is that what matters? Not the logistics or the struggles, but the feeling of Happiness?
I was just telling a friend that I was happy to be here, but I am not just “Happy.” I think I will be Happy when
I am doing something I love and making money from it,
have a space all for myself,
and meet someone who will make me fall in love.
LA doesn’t need to be in the equation for those things to happen. But LA is pretty cool.
I didn’t do very much today, but I did go to work for four hours. The workers at my part-time job are cool. Issa job.
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