It's been quite a number of Christmas' and New Years'now that I've been trying to be happy, but maybe you'll not get it when you keep yourself confined in a situation which you yourself cannot contain and brings you to solitude. I could say that I'm a prisoner of my situation and I just don't think I could get a pardon from it, and so I might as well wait until I've served my sentence. Why? Maybe because I chose to be in this situation, I've embraced it like I don't have a choice. One thing maybe that I could consider to continue is the fact that I've always get through all the crap in my life. I just hope I won't run out of reasons to go on.