I am not naive, and neither am I stupid. Happiness only eludes you for a second and wraps you around in fucking sunshine before it pain stakingly digs its metal claws into you and rip it all away. If you think it'll last, you're fucking delusional.
I wish I could walk around with a HANDLE WITH CARE sign stamped on my forehead.
You want to know how I feel? Well, you cant fucking handle it.