When did my life get so dull? When did I stop being excited about living?

If I could pin point the exact moment in my life when I stopped putting effort into being happy, maybe I could answer those questions.

But I haven’t a clue when and where.So instead of being counterproductive and dwelling over when and where it happened I’m just going to make a promise to myself to start living again. If I could make an unbreakable vow with myself I would but since I’m not a wizard and I’m not even sure a wizard can make one with him or herself (I miss Harry potter!!!), then a promise will have to suffice.

I want to be excited about getting up in the morning. I don’t want to feel like I’m dragging myself, and having trouble doing so, to get through each day.

I want to laugh more and make other people laugh.

I just want to be happy. I want my happiness to wear off on other people so they could be happy too, and then rub off their happiness on other people and make me feel even happier that I’m contributing to other peoples happiness.

Idk but, this blog is corny to the max, haha. Shit idk,I just want to be happy again.

I don’t really know how to get there since its been awhile, but i guess the attempt is progress in itself.

Anyways, good night everyone!