Cheesecake.

Life is a nuisance. 
It isn't what I've imagined it to be. I was certain of how it'd turn out. I was certain everyone I've met would stay. But one by one, they all just decide to leave. Therefore, not only am I abide by all these broken promises and bitter memories, but I, too, am not quite sure of what happiness is. What is it exactly? Coming from a demure person, I set against a rule of not showing off my emotions. Only because I choose not to. I've hid all the emotions I had; to avoid being questioned, to avoid being judged. But never have I ever hid happiness. When it's there, you'll see it.