Thursday, 12 August 2010.
Entangled.

What is happiness? Being with someone you love the most? Achieving the greatest things in life? Doing your favourite things? Surprises? Constant care from friends around you? Your other half? Memories?

Everyone has their own happiness. When I'm happy, I create a lively atmosphere around me, making everyone around me too. But when I'm not, ...

My happiness? When I'm with my sister. When my sister is happy with me. When my sister gets protective over me. When people around me can accept me for who I am. When people mind their words. When people stop throwing promises around like rubbish. Surprises. When my family is safe and sound (Yes I agree I hate them sometimes). When others can really fathom my feelings, and not make a joke out of it.

I believe that everyone wants and likes to be happy, not caring whether it last. That moment of pleasure is worth everything (well, at least to me).

But to me, being happy isn't the best sometimes ... Especially times like now. Sometimes I'd feel insecure when I'm happy; I'm afraid that I'd lose any source of my happiness one day. Just imagine, you lose your bestfriend. Then even your friends leave you. Get that feeling? I hate that, I really hate that.

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I don't know what's happening. It affected me really very much this time round. Yes, it's just a small misunderstanding, yet, I feel as though my heart and mind had been deeply stabbed by a really sharp knife.

这次就像一把尖尖的刀，一刀一刀地往我胸口刺...这刺刺的伤，真的好痛，好痛...

Continues on private blog.
Posted by P.Yuhuiz. on 8:43 pm