Life gets more and more meaningless and the blissful moments gets lesser and lesser.
At the same time moments of confusions floods.
When I'm free, i think of why am i not doing anything.
When I'm busy, i think how not to do what i have to do.
When I'm upset, i think of why ain't i as happy as before.
When i'm happy, i'm worried that it might end.
What's with me?
What's with life?
How i wish.
I could be that free and happy little girl again.
