..happiness problem...

My heart is as cold as ice…

No desires…
No love…
No care…
No nothing…
…it’s empty.

Maybe time made me this way…
Maybe she did or he did…
Maybe I did it to myself.
I don’t know.

I don’t have answers, I only have quandaries…
Maybe living with the life I have now made me dull and boring…
Maybe my heart is somewhere at the past…
Left by its own true will for it can’t stand the pretensions his owner does…

Pretending maybe I am.
Maybe all this time I am trying to be happy but the truth is every laugh is just a thing for survival for mingling and to be accepted…
Why is it so hard to be happy?
Why do I always envy and hate those people that are happy?
Why can’t I do something to be happy?
What the heck is my problem?!
Could someone help me find my bliss?!