Happiness. A simple word. But a complex emotion.

How many times have you been happy about yourself? How many times have you been sad over something little? How many times did you sacrifice your happiness for others? How many times did you destroy others' happiness for your own? How many people have you spread your happiness to?

I swear happiness is a complex emotion. You could be the happiest person on Earth but then the very next moment, you lose all of it and become suicidal. We used to be so happy about everything, we didn't care about what we wore, how we looked like, I missed those times. I didn't have to go out of my house with the fear of judgemental people. It's just so difficult to impress people and your happiness decreases because of your tremendous drop in self-esteem.

I'm guilty of just losing it, all my happiness, all my positivity towards life. It's just difficult to control all my frustrations, but from time to time, I'll try to work on it. It's freaking horrible to look all sad and then your friends are there, "Hey! Tell me what's wrong?" and you sit there, smiling at them because you'd rather not explain it. It's like, my world is crumbling down on me bit by bit, slowly diminishing all happiness from me, and all I seek for is just small little signs of happiness to reboot my life and replenish my motivation for something, which in return will bring back huge boosts of happiness on a long run. But, I guess we are more and easily depressed now compared to back then, our carefree life.