Mood

 In the busy life every day to survive, to breathe. I feel life is short, their power is so weak, helpless life is hopeless, but hope is always happy when. Can be all but so short All such thing 1:01:01 so fast through the experience, I breathe, I am depressed, I breathe hard, I do not know what to do, but I spent a day in, I do not know what I do What can I do in the busy day. God for all the arrangements, their own can not change it? how they can be changed? was his helpless it? accept their fate or their own nature, not positive change, and why Happiness is my luxury, to come as often painful, I do not know, is not I'm going crazy, all the force to be realistic, I do not know what, do I really going to choose to pursue, I'm good pain good pain, not everyone's psychology is buried all the pain? people are not really as happy hanging face, like my heart happy then???