Oh Well, Oh Well

I'm tired of being unhappy. I'm tired of being alone. I'm doing everything I can think of to get out of this seemingly never ending slump. But every time I turn a corner, I'm messing up or getting scared (and no, it's not because of Halloween). I think of something and it works, great! I'm so happy... But it slowly fades. Or pops like a balloon. And I can't help but feel like someone's doing it on purpose...

But I'm still hoping for the best. And I'm no longer searching for happiness. I'm going to sit tight and wait for it to find me. No more messing up. No more putting myself in stupid situations. No more letting people pop my balloons. I'm flying up- up and away.  Enough with negativity. I'm looking forward. Back to being an optimist. Again: Oh well, oh well. I'm still hoping for the best...