I wear my heart on my sleeve ... or maybe my face. If you saw my face right now, you would ask, "what's wrong?" I can't pretend everything is okay, it spews out of me ... and now spills over here ... a place of my happiness.
When I am happy you will know, when I am sad, you will know. I can't control it, that's just me. I write what I feel, when I feel it, no intention, just me. I share what I want to share, when I am ready to share it, whether with words or feelings.
Right now happiness has left me. I never new hate like I do right now ... time ... time ... pass.