A failure for so many reasons. Mainly because happiness eludes me. It slips past me, like water or sand sliding between fingers. If this be what they call the 'journey' to a beautiful 'destination' that life is, then I think I've seen what there was to see. And no more.

Things can change so fast. In matter of minutes, laughter changes to screams and shouts. Prettiness to vulgarity and sarcasm, and love to spiteful hate and vengeance. Is this what love is? More importantly, is this what life is? What it wants us to be? To do?

I don't understand ruthless ambition, and all that that comes with it, with people. I want a simple life with simple people and a simpler form of love.