Questions..

Is there really a time in everyone's life that they can see things turning around for the better? Does everyone get that luxuary? Or is it just that you will just go through days upon days unhappy and miserable, and then suddenly one day you're happy again? There were too many thoughts running through her head to even make a decision. Sleep had also become a luxuary she was deprived of.

It's strange that one single sight could make her cry, it seemed, with joy.. because of beauty. But was it really joyful crying? Was she really happy, at all? Rhetorical questions rang through her head.. what to do .. what to do?

Everyone and anyone could give their opinions, and advice.. but not until SHE understood would she be able to decide. But do you ever really understand your own life?

I don't think there are any answers... And I dont think there ever will be.