Maybe there isn't such thing as happiness for me...

The End.

I thought I could be happy with my summer holidays…but I am so wrong…I have just been bumming around the past weeks and tonight some strange thoughts came to my mind…I was thinking over about what I want in life…what’s the meaning of life but somehow I can’t seem to think straight…I just got berserk and even thought of giving up the things that I love to just reach my goal…and somehow I realized my whole life in living just revolve around it…the more I think of it, the more I want to isolate myself from people…Sigh, why am I so driven towards just this thing?