Sometimes I wonder, will I ever get the opportunity to taste pure happiness? And I don't mean just for a couple of hours. Not for a week. But for a long period of time. Damn it, why do I keep falling down? Times like these reminds me that thou'd be the person that I would want to exchange words with. Nothing more than warm conversations. I hate it when I was so upbeat at one point and the next thing I know, I am now grieved.
Isn't raya supposed to be all cheerful and sparkling?This is between Dad and I.