I’m happy. ~

And there’s not one single bit of sarcasm in that, at all.  I’m finally happy.  There’s nothing wrong, I don’t want to cry, and I’m smiling again, like I used to.  When I think about him, my heart doesn’t ache anymore.  When I think about all that time we spent together, my heart doesn’t ache anymore.  It makes me so overjoyed to know, ‘hey, there’s actually NOTHING wrong with my life.’  I have the perfect boyfriend, although we rarely get to talk, we still talk more than Nate & I did.  I have the perfect friends.  School isn’t going so perfect, but I can deal with that.  But, life in general, life as a whole, is going flawlessly.  The urge to do anything I’ll regret is gone.  There isn’t a single damn thing going wrong in my life.
So, why do I feel like something needs to be wrong?
It’s almost like, when things AREN’T running smoothly, that’s when things are normal.  Being happy is foreign to me, so when I am occasionally happy, I try and ruin that, for whatever the reason may be.  Now that I’m happy, the next step is staying that way.  But the question is, how do I manage that…without fucking up my own happiness?