That word doesn't exist in the english vocabulary.
Freud says Happiness is an utopy, and I agree.
But I must say once in my life I have tasted it, and lived, and felt it.
If I'd meet him, I'd say he was right. 'Cause it gone - completely, just as he predicted, leaving me with a brief sense of satisfaction... And leaving me the word writen in the title of this blog...
Ashamed am I to say that - altough I hate cliches - at the time, I wasn't aware of my true feelings. And the big irony is that I'm so pissed I didn't realize that.! Never thought I'd feel this way.
Anyway, the point is that I miss the past... But the past is the past... And never comes back.
There's a huge piece of me that's gone with the past, wich i'm gonna miss for the rest of my filthy-boring-claustrophobic life... Empty life.
I hate my life - more: I hate me for hating my life in the past. I want my past back.
Tags: feelings
