There is nothing that brings me pleasure anymore. As much as I think I am content, I'm just fooling myself with each and every meaningful word I tell someone else.
I can make you feel as happy as you've ever been with anyone and I that DOES make me happy. I guess I haven't figured out how to please myself. I like making other people happy too much that I'm worn out.
Yeah, I know.
I need a job.
I need to find my relationship with God.
I need a license.
I need my car.
I need to be ready for the "real life".
I need you.
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