But what can love be in other transcendental realities?

One day, my friend said to me: 'everytime I see you, you don't seem happy'. That was when I asked myself, am I happy? The immediate strong reply that came from the bottomest of my heart said no while a small, child-like voice in my head whispered yes.

What are the long, boisterous bursts of loud laughter I am oh-so-famous for? A fake.

How about the big grins I always give when something unexpectedly good happens? A mask.

The little smiles I give to only certain people? An illusion.

A fake. A mask. An illusion. Heh. I sound just like a lie in person. But really, what is happiness? The more I seem to think about, the more depressed I feel. Oh the irony, huh?

Another thing. I know that people say that I'm immature and all that. Some even look down on me and stuff. Though this is just an assumption, a feeling. Well, to all of you out there, yes, I may act immature. Look up in the dictionary yourselves. Being matured means being fully developed in body or mind, as a person. Do you guys know how I feel or what I think? As everybody is, they are not mind-readers. So what gives you the right to label me as 'immature'?

credits to the beautiful phrase above to a dear friend of mine ;3