Sometimes you look at the people around you showing off their happiness.
Immediately, you'll be like "ya, I'm happy with my life."
But are you? Really?
Or is it some lie you keep telling yourself to hide away from the truth?
The source of unhappiness could be happening right before your very eyes.
What if there's no way of stopping it and the only way is to watch the flames die off?
What would you do?
At this point in my life, I'll just hope for the best. If it doesn't happen, then scratch that, move on.
Like I've never done this before.
Maybe one day, one fine bloody day, I will find my happiness.