My happiness has to come from within myself or it is too fragile a thing to be of any use to me and too much of a burden to benefit any of my loved ones.
And then she told herself, “Stop being so weak. Grow up and get over it.” and she never felt anything again.
Everyone who is not happy must be shot.
When I’m old and gray, I want to have a house by the sea. And paint. With a lot of wonderful chums, good music, and booze around. And a damn good kitchen to cook in.