Happiness is not a state of mood.

I sometimes forget the significance of the words I use. 

It didn't last.

It's all right. Okay, and nevermind. I guess I am still naive about my own sense of animosity.

Next is a picture of a heart-shaped frame.

I have a picture I'd like to put in one of those. It would make sense... I think. People would laugh at me, though. Why? I just like heart-shaped things. Bye.

I feel shattered.