I noticed, my journal is very much deprived of happy posts. In short, my life works like labour.
Either, you'll never change. Or, I can never inflict a stop to wanting more. Words. Cheapflick, yours. Those excuses and apologies generate without effort, then, received and thrown.
-She's the cause of my behaviour for wanting more, I received too much from her in the past.
Jossy, be happy. It's so damn easy.