Can anyone truly just be happy? Always taking two steps forward but end up taking three steps back. Your soul is picked at by stress, the stress of adulthood. You wonder if you have friends, wondering if it’s your fault or not. Being financially unstable, struggling for survival. Everyone will always have problems, but when will it be enough? Why can’t it all stop? Why can’t you live your life without hiding your problems and emotions? Why can’t life be easier? Every time you move ahead of the storm, it lingers right back. Is life really what you make it? Can you truly be happy? I don’t know if I can answer that…