good things happen to lucky people.
sometimes, you try to convince yourself that you're happy.
and after a while, all you feel is a hollow happiness.
but when things start to blow over again,
you start to feel that deep, deep down inside, you're not happy.
you might still have that little happiness from other things around you.
but at the end of the day, when it's just you alone, putting yourself to sleep,
you know, you're not happy.
there's no point looking forward to anything or hoping for a miracle.
'cause, the higher your hopes, the more painful when they fall.