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A lot of things makes me sad. I don't think I'm ready for adulthood. Sometimes I am glad that I am responsible for only myself and other times, I am sad that I am responsible for only myself and wish that I'd more responsibilities. Life's weird that way. 

I used to have feeling or sensing that happiness was fragile and after a few days of enjoying the bliss of happiness, I will wonder how it can be knocked over and shattered into tiny pieces. How I will have to pick up the pieces of happiness and try to piece them together or sometimes, I will let the pieces remain as how it was, hurting people more as they step on it. 

As I grow older, I am poignantly more aware of how desperately sad the world is.