Maybe you just have to liver for the small things, like being called pretty or someone picking up the pen you dropped or laughing so hard that your stomach hurts. Maybe that's all that really matters at the end of the day.
Don't tell me to be happy when you're the only thing that can do that. You are the only thing that matters to me anymore. I'd give it all up in a heartbeat just to see you because screw all this I'm not happy without you