What is the point of life anyway? Feel indigination and ridicule in those words. Being happy and then let it slipped away, it's like fate playing jokes, give a glimpse of hope and never let you to quiet catch it. Its that feeling of being in the rain hopeing it would end, but at same time struggles to come with terms of decay and impathy. The lack of substance, and understanding is the life ... I laugh, but i laugh and choke so full of empty air, for no one understands, sad