These few days, thoughts that shouldn't be there kept going around in my mind. They aren't new, and always resurface whenever I feel down.

I dare say I'm a perfectionist - wanting everything to turn out just the way I want. But that's not to say I'm perfect though. Far from it, actually.

And my mind kept returning to two years ago, thinking about what could have been, should have been, and will never be.

Happiness is just a simple thing, isn't it?

Then why do I find it so far out of my reach?

These few days, thoughts that shouldn't be there kept going around in my mind. They aren't new, and always resurface whenever I feel down.

I dare say I'm a perfectionist - wanting everything to turn out just the way I want. But that's not to say I'm perfect though. Far from it, actually.

And my mind kept returning to two years ago, thinking about what could have been, should have been, and will never be.

Happiness is just a simple thing, isn't it?

Then why do I find it so far out of my reach?