BeHappy. AllWays, Always

Who would’ve knew that things could go from shits and giggles to pure hell in less than 60 seconds? Who would’ve knew. You know, I’ve always heard you don’t know when you have something good until it’s gone. But when it’s gone what can be done? Who would’ve knew that loving someone could be so hard? Could be so painful? I always thought that love was a miracle, something that was cherished. No matter in what form or fashion it is given. Love, between whomever, is something that should never go a day unappreciated nor abused. Finding someone real here in this world in the year of two thousand and twelve is harder than finding a needle in a fucking haystack. Finding an original is what’s hardest. Why?