It was just a thought.

I wish happiness were like hangovers-endless and incurable.
I woke up with a hangover from hell. I drank so much last night that I am still drunk. It's horrible. I'm so nauseous. And I'm thinking that if I were overwhelmed with joy instead of alcohol, I wouldn't be complaining. In all honesty, I've been really happy. I don't really remember when I was this happy last. I keep saying that but that's because this type of joy is just so foreign to me. I've accepted that all things must end, but I'm going to enjoy this while it lasts. Tomorrow, my world may be but ashes, but today is perfect and I'm going to live in this moment while it's still here. I think that in a way, life is kind of like an alcohol binge. At first you feel incredibly happy but the next day, you can't even stand. While a hangover is inevitable, it doesn't have to be unbearable. For now, I'll keep drinking this in and think about the hangover tomorrow.