And although my wound isn't fully healed, I'm just glad I'm getting there. Because I practice happiness on a daily basis. Because I'm excercising the amount of reps of smiles I do a day.

5 reps of 10 per sad thought.

And damn I am good at it. I pride myself in my strength. I'm a yellow jocky of happiness. And I'm fucking proud.

Because I know that I have slip ups sometimes. And that testing my threshold can be too overbearing and I break the barrier of nonchalance forgetfullness by remembering.

But, I'm a happy person.

And I practice happiness like it's an unbroken habit. I've made it into an art.

And I'm just proud.
And I'm trying my best to be okay.
And every day varies.
But, I'm just glad that I'm going in the right direction.

I can't way to be fucking fabulous. And great. And wonderful and brilliant. And full of life.

And ready to live.

Ready.Set.Go.

Live.