Be worried the day I stop being jealous, is the day I no longer care
I’m so afraid that everyone finds me boring
I tend not to give all I have because if I do and fail I know that even my best isn’t good enough.
Here’s to the nights you brought me happiness, the days you made me sad. The times I couldn’t sleep at night worrying about you and the hours I couldn’t breathe. So raise your glass to the happening and ignore what might be to come, keep pretending to be a fool and everything might just turn out ok.