You know that feeling...

you know despair, you know regret, you know all the sad things are, where they're hiding, every nook and cranny, you know they're hiding, so why do we still end up running into those sad things instead of the happy things? Sometimes I feel as though it has left me, the happiness I mean, thats why I cant find it anymore. No, more like, it's disappeared from my sight, and isnt willing to show itself again, unless me, myself, am ready to tell the world what happened in that isolated world of my sadness...