I lie to myself. I steal my own chance to be happy. Why do I base my own happiness on the actions, or words, or intentions of someone else? When will I learn that my happiness starts with me, and ends with me? All the rest, is icing. I know this. I can even write it. Yet, I can’t seem to fully commit to the notion.
A Creative Outlet for and by, Courtita
I Crossed an Ocean... 
It will all come round again in time cause we can't stay in these doubtful questioning times forever.
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