✍ CURRENTLY WRITING FROM: BIG BEAR, CALIFORNIA
I sometimes go on worrisome spurts of joy which make me dizzy. I was inspecting my nails and then I realized how pretty they looked in the dark, with only my string of lights hanging by my window shining on them. I was so overwhelmed by my appreciation of my clean nails that I decided to love everything. I was so happy to love my friends and to love the pair of shoes next to my bed which I've had since I was a freshman and still fit me. I was so happy to love the kind people of the world and to love the amounts of chocolate I would be eating next week. I was so happy to love the way my hair curled after taking a shower and how much I had been reading recently.
I suddenly felt very deep and I told myself: "Some people say that happiness is exhausting and too hard, which is why they feel like falling into sadness is much easier, but I disagree, happiness is so easy if you try!"
I tiptoed to my door and creaked it open and looked out into our hallway and heard the peaceful chorus of four sleeping people snoring and it made me smile a teensy weensy until I remembered why I got out of bed in the first place: I really wanted to tell my little sister I loved her.
But she was asleep. I couldn't! How could I let her know that I love her ever again without meaning it as much as I did right now, when I am so happy!?
So now I'm in my room and it's really dark and the snores coming from outside now feel like taunts and I'm scared to sleep.