The Pursuit of Happiness

My life is spiraling downward.
Down and down it goes.
All the colors of this
Life of mine are being joined
Together in a frenzy:
Of color.
Pinks, greens, reds, blues.
It reminds me of vomit.
Well, is that not what this
Thing we call “life” is right now?
Just a pile of vomit?
It sure does seem that way.
Gone are the days of dancing when no one, not a soul is watching.
To the memories of many a boy throwing themselves at me, hoping for a chance with this
Rumor-ridden harlot; goodbye, dear friend.
And last, but certainly not least, so long best friends. You have given me more than I could ever ask for:
Acceptance.
Acceptance from this cruel world.
I just ask one last thing from you:
Forgiveness.
Please forgive me for all the times I have caused you pain. Forgive me for not paying you back all those times (sorry about that eighty-seven cents).
You may not forget, but just forgive.

But I will wake up tomorrow.
Stronger.
Happier.
Alive.
No, I will not be trapped under the rubble of life.
I will prosper.
So hello, new friend. We are going to get to know each other very well.
Boys will become cautious, slow creatures to me.
I will breathe cool, crisp air, and let the sun’s rays beat down upon my face.
I will be that beautiful butterfly, winging over things too unimportant to even take up a thought in my mind.
Life will take on a shiny newness, and I will only feel one thing:
Happiness.