I swear I'm not on happy pills.

What is this that I'm feeling? Cramps? Anxiety? A headache coming on? Confusion? Is the valium I took before my dentist appointment last night still in my system? Hunger? Who's hungry? Wait, I think I get it now.... I'm.... happy. It's been creeping up on me for awhile now, at least a few months... and I think I've actually figured it out. I'm happy. I love just about every aspect and every significant player that factors into my life. Not only am I happy, but I'm comfortable. I was pretty much the exact opposite last year- enough so that I fucked off to Belfast on a very last-minute whim and tried to find a job there because my life here sucked bigtime. People have told me that there are reasons for things happening in peoples' lives, and I haven't believed them. I still don't believe in things happening for a reason, but I can see how they would think that now. It's just so weird how my life has changed- for the better- in all sorts of strange ways. And it's only May. I can only imagine what will happen if it keeps heading in this direction. Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket. On a side note, if you're reading this and are one of the people that have made my life what it is right now, from the bottom of my heart- thank you.