Everyday, the only thing I wish for is happiness. I’m not asking all the riches in the world, or the hottest boyfriend, or the most expensive clothes and travel to the most expensive places. I want to be truly happy. The kind of happiness that overflows within you. The happiness that keeps you going, keeps you on your feet and keeps you fighting. These past few weeks, or even months, I easily break down and cry. Crying and hurting for the same reasons. I feel empty, scared, tired and frustrated. Most of the time, I really feel alone. People would see me laughing like there’s nothing wrong, but once you see me in my bed, where I feel is the safest place on earth, drying my tears on my pillow, you’ll realize that I am not as strong and happy as you think I am.