Is there real happiness
in the world? When can you tell you are happy and when is sad? Does laughing
define happiness? Does smiles proves contentment?
I don’t know why I’m talking rubbish. All I know is that I’m
blue and down right now. I wanted some comforting hands to rub my back and say
all is fine. A warm embrace that would tell me everything’s okay.
I wanted my mom to hug me. I wanted a good wine. I wanted my
friends, my REAL friends. A I badly
needed a good laugh.
