you know, sometimes its hard to define happiness.. is it the actions that make one think someone is experiencing joy; was it really joy or just a facade? some people talk very little, so others dont know them that well. some people talk alot, but its usually of insubstantial gibberish, giving others the impression that they know all that's happening in their lives. its so easy to gloss over small things that happen daily, small things that add up slowly, like the water vapour building up in a pressure cooker. if you dont watch properly, it might just explode without you seeing the symptoms - that restless eyes and that discontented mind.

what makes one happy? was it that retail therapy? or that new haircut? or was it getting an A? or having a nice long chat with an old friend?

seems to me i'm drifting further away from some friends and acting more like a bivalve, seems to me i'm just getting by everyday. you know, i think my skin might just crack and burst one fine day - like a balloon being stretched to its breaking point. and i wonder if i will have the outburst by myself, screaming silently.