But how does one attain happiness, when he is forcefully taken from his life in the prime of his teens and placed somewhere that who you are or what you are does not matter anymore. It really does not matter. Whether you are the son of a rich man, poor man, beggar or thief, you still go through the same thing.

It does not really matter how hard you struggle either, or the choices you make. You just want to get out. Or am I just someone whose thoughts differ from the norm? I reckon not.

The trade off. In order to keep things together, the things I gave up. And the things I am going to give up. Life in a photoframe. That is a phrase I came up with after I received a beautiful gift from a friend, with a photo of us. That is what I realised I was going through 5 days a week. Living with the memories for 5 days, and coming out to make new ones every weekend.

And then I sat alone in the room. Everyone else seemed occupied and noisy, maybe happy, from all the laughter I heard. It was so noisy I could not evern seek solace in my solitude. But I ask myself, are they really happy? Or are they merely distracting themselves? Am I the only one who is weak to show what I really am?

Its kind of too late now. I should just really try to be happy every weekend.

Don't leave me now alright?