Every once in a while I'll have an amazing day that stands out over the rest. We all do. For me, these days are a dream since my summer hasn't been exactly joyous and my social life consists of fur and rubbing (Crystal) balls, to summarize it randomly.
Anyway, I'm thinking these days are like a drug. In fact maybe it's even dangerous for me. I stop thinking and everything goes down like an anti-fairytale. Instead of darkness and a happy ending, I get happiness and then it comes crashing down BECAUSE of the happiness. I wish I could just have fun without screwing things up for myself.