A happy life is one which is in accordance with its own nature.

i dont know what is the mess. we dont get to talk.

all i know is we dont build enough memories and experience for us. all we have is all these unsatisfying bit and pieces. we look at it and we think we dont need all this. at times, it is not even enough to go on. we dont have a reason. if we dont need each other and if we dont love each other, why are we doing what we doing? why are we here if we cant even make each other happy?

this is wearing us out and we dont have a reason for it.