I ache, I ache, I ache, inside.

William gave me the topic to blog about happiness.
So here goes nothing.

happiness isnt exactly found easily, not unless your life is simple and easy and enjoyable. Not unless, your living your life to the fullest, to the extreme, the way you want it to be. Happiness can be complicated, and it doesnt always turn out as planned. Love and happiness are some what connected. Love isnt always full of happiness, nor is happiness always filled with love; passion. We all live the way we want, but the way some people live, it brings them darkness and depression. Depression takes over everything, its hard to overcome. Help is then required but you think what good a psychiatrist will do. They just sit and listen, pretending to want to help. They write down secrets you hold, memories and yet theres never any relief.
Love has a powerful meaning, its full of heart break, happiness, sadness, regret. You hope its something that would bring you the most wonderful light in this world. And yet it brings the darkside, whether you believe it will or not. Its always there, waiting to feed on your happiness.
I, myself, cant remember the last time I was happy. I believe it was when I was in primary school, where there wasnt a care in the world, or worrying about all the homework you brang home. Primary school, where you were yourself, not having to try fit in with the bigger crowd. I miss my happy days, I wish I could go back to that time, possibly start everything over. The way I live my life, it brings sadness, regret. But I'm going to try help myself get through this mess, I will be happy again.