Sometimes i suppose i'm happy when i'am sitting with other people laughing hard at their jokes sharing their funny moments .. but then when the days turns to nights and when back to home when i lay at my bed and realize how painful i'am ,how sad i'am i strat crying with or without reason where are all my morning supposed ideas ? My ideas of happiness of a happy me and a happy life .
That moments when you feel so lonely and you start to cry but nobody understands nobody sees just how broken you are.
Thoes moments when you loose all your supposed happiness the supposed happy you and that moments when you want it back so bad when you only want the nights to end , the nights that never seems to end..
