As we get older and wiser, more and more complicated matters come in our way. I'm feeling such despondency on everything that has been happening ard me. I just wanted to be myself and be truthful and happy but life ain't that rosy. I thought success is a simple equation. We work hard, we sweat, we persist and that would mean, we will succeed soon? But when we did, it repeats again. I see no end to all of these. Apart from the difficulties we face daily, humans make things tougher. I mean I'm really very low key these days. I harder talk to people (except my customers of coz) and is something I'm surprised about. Yet, I'm probably still the most hated person. I've no idea what made them disliked me really. I hate growing up. I just wanna continue to study, draw and do Pilates. I mean well, these things made me really happy from within. I just wanna be happy. But why is things so tough, so complicated? I'm alone yet again in this shit.