You ever realize how much it sucks to have no words to describe how content you are with your life at the moment?

But when shit’s falling apart all around you, the words just never seem to stop coming to you. 

I don’t know why it’s so difficult for me to do so when I have a happy heart, and a real smile on my face.

And why it’s so easy to just, in my opinion, complain about everything that’s going wrong in my life when that’s the case. 

Fuck my logic.