Today, I just feel like writing without thinking or arranging the words. Just throwing some random words that doesn’t make sense to me nor to you. Something stupid or maybe something funny. But it ends up begin sad, really sad. I don’t know about any happy endings but I would love to know. I would love to know that some people actually made it. I would love to write about it. Maybe then I’ll smile. But then again will I? I am lost in the maze of sadness, stuck behind the wall that makes me helpless time and again. I wander why. I was strong enough I thought but I’m not. Insecurities are piling up like the stack of documents in the offices that no longer are being viewed and they just keep heaping up. I don’t behave the way I use to. I’m getting possessive over every small thing and have started behaving abnormally. I’m destined to do something great but I get dragged to a different direction. And I’m misplaced. I wish I could window shop the store of happiness and see if I could smile. If I could, I would smile beautifully, really beautifully.