Hope is just another word for pain

Does anyone really care?
Is there a point to life?
Or is it just a world of lost dreams?
What is the true meaning of happiness?
Or is there such a thing?

This is a book of short stories that I've written for rainy days or when the sun is hidden in the clouds. I really hope you will like them.

P.S. They're all from the readers P.O.V

P.P.S. Please comment on the stories. I would appreciate more ideas and some feedback.