I had a month-long streak of general happiness, only to be shot to shit by my stupid ex-boyfriend and a sudden cropping up of loneliness and fights with practically everyone I know. I don't know why everything can't just go right for once.
I like my life in a routine, but I live for those spontaneous events that throw your whole day out the window. I like spending the night in a different place; I call about a dozen places home. My world revolves around those songs that you blast in the car with the windows rolled down, and you feel happy to be alive.