.∙ If it makes me happy... ∙.

It’s such a cliché say that I’m blue without knowing why. I won’t be a fool saying so specially when actually I kinda know somehow what is causing this.

I can’t sleep and I gotta wake up at 4 am. Listening to Sheryl Crow, dropping some tears and lines as a way to get the time gone and maybe my insomnia as well.

‘Work sucks’ that sentence doesn’t apply for me. I love what I do, even if they don’t appreciate as they ought to. I’m doing my job in my way… sort of… trying anyway. But then again I say, if it makes me happy, why the hell am I so sad?

Why am I about to make a change that probably will put me in the misery highway? For money? Stability? Recognition? What a hell!


# Sheryl Crow: If it makes you happy

Motto: If it makes me happy, why the hell am I so sad?