I've spent 75% of my life so far, looking for happiness.
The lack of attention and love in the early years, was the driving urge of living the dream.
Then three years ago, when that happiness came, I fought for it.
And I fought hard.
Hard enough to eventually break me down, just to fight for that happiness.
So when the only thing in this world that can make me being real and happy, is fading away, .... what is left for me?
I lose faith. In believing that happiness is indeed real.
Maybe it's all an illusion. Or maybe it is not destined for me.
I realize.... that I am not worthy enough for such luxury.
