Same old story again and again.

This time, though, there is potentially more than one story 
- I'm not sure. What do I get from this?

Maybe I can become less needy, or learn to have no 
involvement. But it's always a facade, we both know it's not 
going to last.

Edit: watched a movie today. Reminds me of how I set another 
standard, albeit not so impossible as all the other ones.

She must smile a lot. Like you, woman on the sofa: I can't 
be with somebody who doesn't show me happiness. Because I 
can't feel happiness by myself? Not really.

But let's say that I couldn't be happy if you were sad.

That's more like it. Still shitty, but less strict. At least 
I know what I'm fighting against.

But as I told a friend few days ago, I want happiness, not 
anything else; and right now happiness is achieving 
emotional stability long enough to conclude my work here. As 
long as I have that, I'm happy.

The problem is that it's so hard to get anything stable and 
sound, these days, I'm more like a child trying to explore 
the world and hurting himself on the way.

I can't stay still.
I can't hold something long enough.