Why can’t I be happy?
Why is it that there’s always something blocking my happiness?
When will I be free?
When will I feel the real happiness?
When will I consider myself/my life full of smiles? (not fake smiles)
I’ve always been wearing my fake smile, my mask, my cloak.
Am I just being selfish? Or am I just being to sensitive?
But is it selfish when I always dreamt to have a quiet life with no one telling me what to do. On the other hand, is it being selfish if you want to be happy?
When will I reach the star?
The star I’ve always dream of… has slowly vanish….
My star… is a star of my freedom, a star of my happiness, the love that I longed for since I am a child….
I don’t need material things I only need my star….
I know no one could understand me but only myself….
I know I am weird… I am foolish… I am numb….
It is hard…
It is hideous….
I am full of misery…
I am full of loneliness…
And I m tired… worn-out…