The Pursuit of Happiness

I always start my journals like so....

My name is Sierra Copeland. I have blue eyes, freckles, and whatever color of hair that I want. (Should I tell you some other worthless things about myself?) ;) Then I might ramble on about the rest of my day, what I did, who I love, who I want to love etc. Sometimes though, I want to write what I really see. What I really hear, what I really feel, what I really know. What I think I know. Sometimes I am sooo grateful that no one knows me here, and others times I just want to spill out everything. I never do, and I never will. I'm happy today, it's good. It feels good to be happy. I am scared that I look to hard to find happiness, when sometimes I can feel it here at my fingertips, brushing softly, discreetly enough to be misread as to far away. To far away. It feels good to grasp frozen hands on the ball of sunshine that is happiness..