I kind of miss like when I was in Canada. You know, I used to go to bed happy and wake up happy. And I kind of had the feeling that, no matter what, everything would be ok. Sometimes I would feel lazy to wake up, but somehow I would find the strength to wake up because I knew I would have the whole day ahead of me and that the day would be wonderful and magical. I felt that something magical and wonderful would happen to me...I didn't know when, but I knew it would. I started believing in living happily ever after again...

But that has all disappeared...