*please no more group invites*
I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know, that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself: So, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.
"But there are still the hours, aren't there? One and then another, and you get through that one and then, my god, there's another. I'm so sick.”