Woke up this morning and I always find asking myself the same question, “Am I really happy?” I’m happy because I got my family and friends and I’m already back in my studies and another chance for me to set my priorities straight. But at night, when I lay down and get the chance to mull over the day that has been, i feel lonely and alone. Like any other nights that i spent thinking about why i’m still alone, a new morning comes. They say that with each morning dawns new hope.

Mmmm, I guess, I’m just hungry. Good morning monsters.